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Hialmar. Oh no. It is right that I should bear the whole burden—so long as my strength holds out. Set your mind at rest, Hedvig; if only your father keeps his health
Hedvig. Oh no, father! You mustn't talk in that horrid way. [She wanders about a little, stops by the doorway and looks into the garret.
Hialmar. Tell me, what is he doing?
Hedvig. I think he's making a new path to the water-trough.
Hialmar. He can never manage that by himself! And here am I doomed to sit!
Hedvig. [Goes to him.] Let me take the brush, father; I can do it, quite well.
Hialmar. Oh nonsense; you will only hurt your eyes.
Hedvig. Not a bit. Give me the brush.
Hialmar. [Rising.] Well, it won't take more than a minute or two.
