Halla (rising). When you go out of that door, you need not think of me any more.
Kari. I know your voice when you are angry. You ought to thank me for going out in such weather.
Halla. Yes, you are brave. It is not that you have any hope of saving our lives. You will only lie down in the snow and die.
Kari. You can believe it if you like.
Halla (goes to him). I beg of you, let those hard words be forgotten.
Kari. It is not because of them that I am going. The worst that can befall me is to die in the snow, and that is better than sitting here.
Halla. First of all, we must use our common sense. The only thing we can do is to wait here until the weather clears.
Kari. And then the food will come flying in through the door!
Halla. Not that, but there will be means of help. We can dig up roots to still the worst hunger, and we can go to the lake for fish.
Kari. The snowstorm may last four or five days yet, and by that time we shall be dead from hunger.