Lene (also with hands folded). Amen!
Aunt Clara (continues murmuring). And light everlasting shine for him!
Lene (as before). Amen!
Aunt Clara (partly to herself). I should have been glad to pay him the last honor, but it was impossible. What would have become of the roast? We shall see each other in the next world anyhow. It will not be very long!
Lene (comforting her). Oh, Miss Clara.
Aunt Clara (seizes her arm). Don't stand there! Do your work! They will surely be here directly, (Counts the places.) Six ... eight ... twelve ... sixteen ... eighteen ... twenty ... twenty-two ...
Lene. That's the number. There are eight sleighs.
Aunt Clara. Go and open the door of the green room!
Lene (goes off to the left). What will Mrs. Warkentin say to that?
Aunt Clara. I will attend to that. It can't be helped today. We shall have to use the rooms for our coffee later.