[Involuntarily clutches at his forehead.] How can you like to stand at such a dizzy height—?
Yes, I will! Right up there will I stand and look down on the other people—on those that are building churches, and homes for mother and father and the troop of children. And you may come up and look on at it, too.
[In a low tone.] Is the builder to be allowed to come up beside the princess?
If the builder will.
[More softly.] Then I think the builder will come.
[Nods.] The builder—he will come.
But he will never be able to build any more. Poor builder!
[Animated.] Oh, yes, he will! We two will set to work together. And then we will build the loveliest—the very loveliest—thing in all the world.
[Intently.] Hilda—tell me what that is!
[Looks smilingly at him, shakes her head a little, pouts, and speaks as if to a child.] Builders—they are such very—very stupid people.