Oswald. (Getting up and pulling at Liljekrona, who yields) Look, Father! Look at my cookie! To-night I’ll eat it for supper.
Liljekrona. Yes. (Pause.) I wonder how many little boys will be eating their Christmas cookies to-night, and how many will be without a bite of Christmas dinner, hungry and cold.
Oswald. Won’t they have any Christmas dinner, Father?
Liljekrona. Some won’t. (He turns back and continues to put up boughs.)
Sigurd. Why won’t those little boys have any Christmas dinner, Mother?
Olga. Father meant, dear, that some children are too poor to buy any.
Oswald. Where are the poor children?
Olga. I’m afraid there are some in every village, Oswald.
Sigurd. In our valley, Mother?
Olga. Yes, dear, I’m afraid there are.