Hedvig. [Does not hear.]
Gina.
[Repeats more loudly.] Hedvig!
Hedvig. [Takes away her hands and looks up.] Yes, mother?
Gina.
Hedvig dear, you mustn't sit reading any longer now.
Hedvig.
Oh mother, mayn't I read a little more? Just a little bit?
Gina.
No no, you must put away your book now. Father doesn't like it; he never reads hisself in the evening.
Hedvig.
[Shuts the book.] No, father doesn't care much about reading.
Gina.
[Puts aside her sewing and takes up a lead pencil and a little account-book from the table.] Can you remember how much we paid for the butter to-day?
Hedvig. It was one crown sixty-five.
Gina.
That's right. [Puts it down.] It's terrible what a lot of butter we get through in this house. Then there was the smoked sausage, and the cheese—let me see—[Writes]—and the ham—[Adds up.] Yes, that makes just
