Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, but you were in the class above me. Oh, how dreadfully afraid of you I was then!
Hedda.
Afraid of me?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, dreadfully. For when we met on the stairs you used always to pull my hair.
Hedda.
Did I, really?
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, and once you said you would burn it off my head.