Hilda!

Hilda.

Oh, yes, I should. And I will when I grow up. I’ll make Master-builder Solnes tumble off one of his own steeples. Think of that now!

Boletta.

What a horrid child you are! And just when I thought you were beginning to get on better with her too! [Nodding toward Mrs. Wangel.] It’s most provoking.

Hilda.

I call it perfectly thrilling, myself. But here she comes. [Mrs. Wangel approaches.] Go away. I want to talk to her. [Exit Boletta doubtfully.] How are you to-day, Mother?

Mrs. Wangel.

[Absently.] Eh?