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Peer.
I afraid!
The Lad.
You remember what happened at Lundë?
[They go off, laughing, to the dancing-green.
Solveig.
[In the doorway of the house.]
Are you not the lad that was wanting to dance?
Peer.
Of course it was me; don't you know me again?
[Takes her hand.
Come, then!
Solveig.
We mustn't go far, mother said.
Peer.
Mother said! Mother said! Were you born yesterday?[1]
Solveig.
Now you're laughing!
Peer.
Why sure, you are almost a child.
Are you grown up?
Solveig.
I read with the pastor last spring.[2]
Peer.
Tell me your name, lass, and then we'll talk easier.
