Arngrim (opens the roll, which is seen to contain drawings in bright colors). These are birds from the garden of Eden—too bad I never heard them sing!—and here is a blue flower so sensitive that it closes at the slightest touch, and here is a small plant from Gethsemane with red berries lying like drops of blood on the ground.
Enter the Boy, running.
The Boy. Kari is coming!
Gudfinna. We know that.
The Boy. I must be off again to help drive the sheep into the fold. (Leaps with joy.) What fun to be here! It's most as good as Christmas! Exit.
Arngrim. He skips about like a merry little lamb.
Gudfinna (calling after him). Take care the rams don't butt you!
Enter Halla.
Halla. Now the sheep will soon be at the fold. (Brushes her hair back from her forehead.) Aren't you clever enough to know a cure for freckles? I am so tired of my freckles.
Arngrim (smiling). Perhaps you have a new looking-glass.