A Short Pasage
Nora: Hide the tree well, Helene. The children mustn't get a glimpse of it till this evening, after it's trimmed. (To the delivery boy, taking out her purse.) How much?
Delivery Boy: Fifty, ma'am.
Nora: There's a crown. No, keep the change. (The boy thanks her and leaves. Nora shuts the door. She laughs softly to herself while taking off her street things. Drawing a bag of macaroons from her pocket, she eats a couple, then steals over and listens at her husband's study door.) Yes, he's home. (Hums again as she moves to the table right.)
Helmer (from the study): Is that my little lark twittering out there?
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