have some time to spare.

KRISTRUN. I'm not going out again, I've just come in.

HADDA PADDA [taking Ingolf's hand]. You look so tired to-day. ...
Shall we go?

INGOLF. It's cooler indoors.

HADDA PADDA [in the same tone, as if she had not addressed
Ingolf]. Olof, shall we go?

OLOF. Yes, Hadda dear. [Takes her arm--they go. Ingolf leans back
in the arm-chair and closes his eyes.]

KRISTRUN [jumps on top of the chaise-longue, swings her arms
crying]. Ingolf! Ride me pickaback! Right now! [Ingolf looks at
her, smiling, casts a glance at the door and through the window,
as he approaches the chaise-longue. Kristrun sits gracefully down
on his shoulder. Her dress is drawn rather tightly, so that one of
her legs shows. He takes hold of her leg to support her, and
starts walking around the table.]

KRISTRUN [raises her head and looks into his eyes]. Will you be a
good boy and take hold above the dress. [Lets go, and raises
herself.] You silly boy, do you think you may hold me by my leg?

INGOLF. Well--I don't want to hold you by your leg!

KRISTRUN [grasps him around the shoulder]. You silly boy! Do you