It was one crown sixty-five.
Gina.
That’s right. [Puts it down.] It’s terrible what a lot of butter we get through in this house. Then there was the smoked sausage, and the cheese—let me see—[Writes]—and the ham—[Adds up.] Yes, that makes just——
Hedvig.
And then the beer.
Gina.
Yes, to be sure. [Writes.] How it do mount up! But we can’t manage with no less.
Hedvig.
And then you and I didn’t need anything hot for dinner, as father was out.
Gina.