Gina.
Bertha has always given you some little thing on your birthday.
Hialmar.
What is it?
Hedvig.
Oh, you mustn’t see it now. Mother is to give it to me to-morrow morning before I'm up.
Hialmar.
What is all this hocus-pocus that I am to be kept in the dark about!
Hedvig.
[Quickly.] Oh no, you may see it if you like. It’s a big letter.