In the
background is a mountainous landscape. It is an exquisite summer
evening and the sun is playing on the water in ever changing
colours. The stage is empty. From beneath the falls a song is
heard, even before the rise of the curtain.)
(A little before the song ends, Hadda Padda enters from the left,
accompanied by the children. She wears a light summer dress with a
chiffon scarf thrown over her shoulders. The children have come
prepared to gather berries. One has a wooden box, one a coloured
glass bottle half filled with berries, etc. They stop to listen
until the song is finished.)
MAGGA. Who was singing?
HADDA PADDA. The summer guests down at the falls.--Well, children,
hurry now and gather your berries. We'll be going home soon.
[Pointing to the right.] See that hollow? There must be lots of
berries in there. [Sits down on a stone.]
SIGGA. Aren't you coming along with us, Hadda Padda?
HADDA PADDA. No, you bring your berries back to me.
SIGGA [turning the bottle over in her palm]. Do you want some?
HADDA PADDA [staying her off]. No, no--not now.
DODDI. Oh, Hadda! I'll gather the bluest berries for you.
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