All:
Hedwig!
Hedwig:
[Still in the doorway, looking out.]
War brides!
Minna: [Pertly.]
You're a war bride yourself, Hedwig.
Hedwig: [Turns quickly, locates Minna, almost springs at her.]
Don't you dare to call me a war bride! My ring is gold. See. [Seizes Minna's hand, and then throws it from her.] Not iron, like yours.
Minna: