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Anna.
[Does so.] But I'm afraid it's very much out of order.
Nora.
Oh, I wish I could tear it into a hundred thousand pieces!
Anna.
Oh, no. It can easily be put to rights—just a little patience.
Nora.
I shall go and get Mrs. Linden to help me.
Anna.
Going out again? In such weather as this! You'll catch cold, ma'am, and be ill.
Nora.
Worse things might happen.—What are the children doing?
Anna.
They're playing with their Christmas presents, poor little dears; but
Nora.
Do they often ask for me?
Anna.
You see they've been so used to having their mamma with them.
Nora.
Yes; but, Anna, I can't have them so much with me in future.
Anna.
Well, little children get used to anything.
