Rebecca. Tell me, Mrs. Helseth--what is this superstition about
the White Horses?
Mrs. Helseth. Oh, it is not worth talking about. I am sure you
don't believe in such things, either.
Rebecca. Do you believe in them?
Mrs. Helseth (goes to the window and shuts it). Oh, I am not
going to give you a chance of laughing at me, miss. (Looks out.)
See--is that not Mr. Rosmer out on the mill path again?
Rebecca (looking out). That man out there? (Goes to the window.)
Why, that is Mr. Kroll, of course!
Mrs. Helseth. So it is, to be sure.
Rebecca. That is delightful, because he is certain to be coming
here.
Mrs. Helseth. He actually comes straight over the wooden bridge,
he does for all that she was his own sister. Well, I will go in
and get the supper laid, miss. (Goes out to the right. REBECCA
stands still for a moment, then waves her hand out of the window,
nodding and smiling. Darkness is beginning to fall.)
Rebecca (going to the door on the right and calling through it).
Mrs. Helseth, I am sure you won't mind preparing something extra
nice for supper? You know what dishes Mr. Kroll is especially
fond of.
Mrs. Helseth. Certainly, miss. I will.
Rebecca (opening the door into the lobby). At last, Mr. Kroll! I
am so glad to see you!
Kroll (coming into the lobby and putting down his stick). Thank
you. Are you sure I am not disturbing you?
Rebecca.
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