Olga. We’re all ready for a polka.
Liljekrona. I have no new string for my fiddle.
Olga. But you can play on three strings.
Liljekrona. I can remember no polkas.
Olga. (Approaching him persuasively) Why, Liljekrona, can’t you play anything? Sha’n’t we be able to dance at all?
Liljekrona. Torstein is not back yet. He is the best dancer of all. Perhaps it was hard to find the house. (Goes to the window.)
Olga. Well then, we’ll wait our dancing for Torstein, and have our punch and cakes while they are hot.
Liljekrona. The sparrows are twittering about the window sill most miserably. Where is the pole with the sheaves for them?
Olga. I did not think of it till now. Did you remember, Halla?
Halla. No, I didn’t. Poor little things!