Good heavens, child, how you startled me!
Olaf.
[Hiding the bundle.] Sh, auntie!
Lona.
Why did you jump out at the window?—Where are you going?
Olaf.
Sh, don’t tell, auntie. I’m going to Uncle Johan; only down to the pier, you know;—just to say good-bye to him. Good-night, auntie!
[He runs out through the garden.
Lona.
No! stop! Olaf!—Olaf!