plucked, and the hay is stacked. Hedwig is gathering the wheat. You can
spare me. I have been dreaming of it night and day.


_Mother:_ [_Setting her lips decisively._]

No, Amelia!


_Amelia:_

O Mother, why?


_Mother:_

You must help me with Hedwig. I can't manage her alone.


_Amelia:_

Hedwig!


_Mother:_

She is strange; she broods. Hadn't you noticed?


_Amelia:_