Oh, it is all nonsense, all nonsense, for to-night is St. John's night. Do you see that fire yonder. Pastor? They had to put it out! But there, on the hill--look, there, there! How beautiful! How wild!
Pastor.
Yes, and when you look closely, it is nothing more than a mass of dirty lumber.
Marie.
For shame, Pastor!
Pastor.
Like everything that blazes, except the sun----
Marie.
You should not have said that, Pastor--you should not. I don't want it! I will not have you slander my St. John's fires! I want to enjoy it once--only once--then nevermore!!!