Nora. Thanks; put it on the table.

Nurse (doing so). But it is very much in want of mending.

Nora. I should like to tear it into a hundred thousand pieces.

Nurse. What an idea! It can easily be put in order--just a little
patience.

Nora. Yes, I will go and get Mrs. Linde to come and help me with
it.

Nurse. What, out again? In this horrible weather? You will catch
cold, ma'am, and make yourself ill.

Nora. Well, worse than that might happen. How are the children?

Nurse. The poor little souls are playing with their Christmas
presents, but--

Nora. Do they ask much for me?

Nurse. You see, they are so accustomed to have their mamma with
them.

Nora. Yes, but, nurse, I shall not be able to be so much with
them now as I was before.

Nurse. Oh well, young children easily get accustomed to anything.