[Standing on the lowest of the verandah steps.] Why, what a splendid show of flowers you have here——!
Boletta.
Yes, doesn’t it look nice?
Lyngstrand.
Oh, charming. It looks as if the day were some family festival.
Hilda.
So it is.
Lyngstrand.
I guessed as much. Your father’s birthday, I suppose?
Boletta.