You may so; but first We must go to the farm-house and greet the good people. [_They go in._ THE KITCHEN-MASTER. [_To PEER GYNT, offering him drink._] Since you are here, you’d best take a pull at the liquor. PEER. [_Looking fixedly after the new-comers._] Thanks; I’m for dancing; I am not athirst. [_The KITCHEN-MASTER goes away from him. PEER GYNT gazes towards the house and laughs._ How fair! Did ever you see the like! Looked down at her shoes and her snow-white apron—! And then she held on to her mother’s skirt-folds, And carried a psalm-book wrapped up in a kerchief—! I must look at that girl. [_Going into the house._ A LAD. [_Coming out of the house, with several others._] Are you off so soon, Peer, From the dance? PEER. No, no. THE LAD. Then you’re heading amiss! [_Takes hold of his shoulder to turn him round._ PEER. Let me pass! THE LAD. I believe you’re afraid of the smith. PEER. I afraid! THE LAD. You remember what happened at Lundë? [_They go off, laughing, to the dancing-green._ SOLVEIG. [_In the doorway of the house._] Are you not the lad that was wanting to dance? PEER. Of course it was me; don’t you know me again? [_Takes her hand._ Come, then! SOLVEIG. We mustn’t go far, mother said. PEER. Mother said! Mother said! Were you born yesterday?[37] SOLVEIG. Now you’re laughing——! PEER. Why sure, you are almost a child. Are you grown up? SOLVEIG. I read with the pastor last spring.[38] PEER. Tell me your name, lass, and then we’ll talk easier. SOLVEIG. My name is Solveig. And what are you called? PEER. Peer Gynt. SOLVEIG. [_Withdrawing her hand._] Oh heaven! PEER. Why, what is it now? SOLVEIG.