HEDVIG. [_Shuts the book._] No, father doesn’t care much about reading. GINA. [_Puts aside her sewing and takes up a lead pencil and a little account-book from the table._] Can you remember how much we paid for the butter to-day? HEDVIG. It was one crown sixty-five. GINA. That’s right. [_Puts it down._] It’s terrible what a lot of butter we get through in this house. Then there was the smoked sausage, and the cheese—let me see—[_Writes_]—and the ham—[_Adds up._] Yes, that makes just—— HEDVIG. And then the beer. GINA. Yes, to be sure. [_Writes._] How it do mount up! But we can’t manage with no less. HEDVIG. And then you and I didn’t need anything hot for dinner, as father was out. GINA. No; that was so much to the good. And then I took eight crowns fifty for the photographs. HEDVIG. Really! So much as that? GINA. Exactly eight crowns fifty. [_Silence._ GINA _takes up her sewing again,_ HEDVIG _takes paper and pencil and begins to draw, shading her eyes with her left hand._ HEDVIG. Isn’t it jolly to think that father is at Mr. Werle’s big dinner-party? GINA. You know he’s not really Mr. Werle’s guest. It was the son invited him. [_After a pause._] We have nothing to do with that Mr. Werle. HEDVIG. I'm longing for father to come home. He promised to ask Mrs. Sörby for something nice for me. GINA. Yes, there’s plenty of good things going in _that_ house, I can tell you. HEDVIG. [_Goes on drawing._] And I believe I'm a little hungry too. [OLD EKDAL, _with the paper parcel under his arm and another parcel in his coat pocket, comes in by the entrance door._ GINA. How late you are to-day, grandfather! EKDAL. They had locked the office door. Had to wait in Gråberg’s room. And then they let me through—h’m. HEDVIG. Did you get some more copying to do, grandfather? EKDAL. This whole packet. Just look. GINA. That’s capital. HEDVIG. And you have another parcel in your pocket. EKDAL.