Oswald. Mother! Are you lighting the tree instead of Father?
Olga. Yes. Do you want to help?
Oswald. Oh, yes.
Sigurd. And I want to, too.
Olga. You shall, dear. But first put the cakes on the table. (Oswald and Sigurd deposit their cakes and run to the tree. Olga gives her taper to Sigurd.) Here, Sigurd, first the low ones—there. (Lighting another taper.) Now, Oswald. Can you do it, dear?
Oswald. You light those, Mother. (Pointing to higher ones.)
Olga. There.
Sigurd. The top one of all isn’t lit, Mother.
Olga. No, Father is the only one who can reach that. We’ll have to leave it. Come, Halla.
(Enter Liljekrona by the stairs without his violin.)