King Winter
* * * * * Mamma sits by the fire Her little ones round her knees. "How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry, "Tell us something, if you please." [Illustration] [Illustration] "Tell us about King Winter, And about Jack Frost, his man; We'll not be noisy or naughty at all, But as good as ever we can." * * * * * "Well then;" says mamma, "you, Jenny, May knit and listen, my dear;
RITA. [Nods slowly.] Our little Eyolf. And your big Eyolf, too.
ALLMERS. [Gazing straight before him.] Now and then, perhaps, we
may still--on the way through life--have a little, passing glimpse
of them.
RITA. When, shall we look for them, Alfred?
ALLMERS. [Fixing his eyes upon her.] Upwards.
RITA. [Nods in approval.] Yes, yes--upwards.
ALLMERS. Upwards--towards the peaks. Towards the stars. And towards
the great silence.
RITA. [Giving him her hand.] Thanks!
* * * * * Mamma sits by the fire Her little ones round her knees. "How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry, "Tell us something, if you please." [Illustration] [Illustration] "Tell us about King Winter, And about Jack Frost, his man; We'll not be noisy or naughty at all, But as good as ever we can." * * * * * "Well then;" says mamma, "you, Jenny, May knit and listen, my dear;