[Smiles.] Will you not? That comes well from you.
Comes well?
There was music in the churchyard—and many, many hundreds of people. We school-girls were dressed in white; and we all carried flags.
Ah yes, those flags—I can tell you I remember them!
Then you climbed right up the scaffolding, straight to the very top; and you had a great wreath with you; and you hung that wreath right away up on the weather-vane.
[Curtly interrupting.] I always did that in those days. It is an old custom.
It was so wonderfully thrilling to stand below and look up at you. Fancy, if he should fall over! He—the master builder himself!
[As if to divert her from the subject.] Yes, yes, yes, that might very will have happened, too. For one of those white-frocked little devils,—she went on in such a way, and screamed up at me so—
[Sparkling with pleasure.] "Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!" Yes!
SOLNESS. —and waved and flourished with her flag, so that I—so that it almost made me giddy to look at it.