Gina Ekdal sits on a chair by the table, sewing. Hedvig is sitting on the sofa, with her hands shading her eyes and her thumbs in her ears, reading a book.
Gina.
[Glances once or twice at Hedvig, as if with secret anxiety; then says:] Hedvig!
Hedvig.
[Does not hear.]
Gina.
[Repeats more loudly.] Hedvig!
Hedvig.
[Takes away her hands and looks up.] Yes, mother?
Gina.