Nora.
[Turning round quickly.] Money!
Helmer.
There! [Gives her some notes.] Of course I know all sorts of things are wanted at Christmas.
Nora.
[Counting.] Ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Oh, thank you, thank you, Torvald! This will go a long way.
Helmer.
I should hope so.
Nora.
Yes, indeed; a long way! But come here, and let me show you all I've been buying. And so cheap! Look, here's a new suit for Ivar, and a little sword. Here are a horse and a trumpet for Bob. And here are a doll and a cradle for Emmy. They're only common; but they're good enough for her to pull to pieces. And dress-stuffs and kerchiefs for the servants. I ought to have got something better for old Anna.
Helmer.
And what's in that other parcel?
Nora.
[Crying out.] No, Torvald, you're not to see that until this evening!
Helmer.
Oh! Ah! But now tell me, you little spendthrift, have you thought of anything for yourself?
