[She wanders about a little, stops by the doorway and looks into the garret.
Hialmar.
Tell me, what is he doing?
Hedvig.
I think he’s making a new path to the water-trough.
Hialmar.
He can never manage that by himself! And here am I doomed to sit——!
Hedvig.
[Goes to him.] Let me take the brush, father; I can do it, quite well.
Hialmar.