PEHR. Ah, say not so! I can have all that I wish for. Have we not
been given the most delightful summer in the middle of winter? See
how gloriously the sun shines up in the pines! You must know that
all this is new to me. Oh, look! [Picks up a few spruce-cones.]
What are these?

LISA. The fruit of the trees.

PEHR. Then it is good to eat.

LISA. No; but children play with it.

PEHR. Play--that I have never done! Shall we play, Lisa?

LISA. Yes--but what? Shall we play a game of tag?

PEHR. How does it go?

LISA. Watch me! [She runs behind a tree and throws cones at Pehr.]
Now catch me!

PEHR. [Running after her.] But that's not so easily done! [Steps on
a cone and hurts his foot.] The damned spruce apples!

LISA. Mustn't curse the fruit of the trees!

PEHR. One can do without such fruit! I prefer the kind I saw on a
Christmas-tree. If this spruce could bear such fruit, then--
[Instantly spruce bears oranges.] Look, look! Let us taste. [They
pick fruit and eat.]