Boletta.
Don’t you think we have arranged it prettily?
Wangel.
Yes, you have indeed—Is—are we alone in the house?
Hilda.
Yes, she has gone to——
Boletta.
[Interrupts quickly.] Mother is bathing.
Wangel.
[Looks kindly at Boletta and pats her head.] Then he says, with some hesitation:] Look here, little girls—do you intend to keep up this display all day? And the flag flying too?