Mrs. Beeler.
So different from yesterday. I was still weak then, and my limbs were heavy. Now I feel as if wings were on my shoulders.
She looks toward the outer door, and listens to the singing, now risen to a more joyful strain.
I must go out to them.
She turns to Michaelis.
Say that I may go out, and give them the good tidings of great joy.
Michaelis.
May the Lord be with you as you go!
To Rhoda, who starts to help her aunt.
Alone!