LITTLE SKULI. When _I_ come back I'll bring you berries and
flowers too.
MAGGA. You won't wait for us, Hadda Padda.
HADDA PADDA [_nodding assent--hand under cheek_]. No--no.
ALL THE CHILDREN. Aren't you going to wait for us?
HADDA PADDA [_with a start, recovering herself_]. Wait for you,
yes--yes, of course--do you think I would run away from you? I
will wait here till you come back. [_The children go off to the
right. Hadda remains seated for a moment, rises absent-mindedly,
walks to and fro thoughtfully, sometimes stumbling. Then she sits
down again, hiding her face in her hands._]
AN HERBORIST [_enters from the right. On her shoulder she is
carrying a canvas bag, half filled with herbs. She wears a knitted
shawl and a parti-colored kerchief on her head. In her hand, she
holds a large knife in a leather sheath_]. Good evening, young
lady!
HADDA PADDA [_startled_]. Good evening, Arngerd!
HERBORIST [_putting the bag aside_]. I seemed to recognise one of
the sisters. It is you they call Hadda Padda.
HADDA PADDA. I came berrying with the children.
HERBORIST. I saw them down in the hollow.
Pages:
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60