Helmer.  Yes, after the New Year; but then it will be a whole quarter before the salary is due.

Nora.  Pooh! we can borrow till then.

Helmer.  Nora! (Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the ear.) The same little featherhead!  Suppose, now, that I borrowed fifty pounds today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then on New Year’s Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me, and—­

Nora (putting her hands over his mouth).  Oh! don’t say such horrid things.

Helmer.  Still, suppose that happened,—­what then?

Nora.  If that were to happen, I don’t suppose I should care whether I owed money or not.

Helmer.  Yes, but what about the people who had lent it?

Nora.  They?  Who would bother about them?  I should not know who they were.

Helmer.  That is like a woman!  But seriously, Nora, you know what I think about that.  No debt, no borrowing.  There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt.  We two have kept bravely on the straight road so far, and we will go on the same way for the short time longer that there need be any struggle.

Nora (moving towards the stove).  As you please, Torvald.

Helmer (following her).  Come, come, my little skylark must not droop her wings.  What is this!  Is my little squirrel out of temper? (Taking out his purse.) Nora, what do you think I have got here?

Nora (turning round quickly).  Money!

Helmer.  There you are. (Gives her some money.) Do you think I don’t know what a lot is wanted for housekeeping at Christmas-time?

Nora (counting).  Ten shillings—­a pound—­two pounds!  Thank you, thank you, Torvald; that will keep me going for a long time.

Helmer.  Indeed it must.

Nora.  Yes, yes, it will.  But come here and let me show you what I have bought.  And ah so cheap!  Look, here is a new suit for Ivar, and a sword; and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and dolly’s bedstead for Emmy.—­they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in pieces.  And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old Anne ought really to have something better.

Helmer.  And what is in this parcel?

Nora (crying out).  No, no! you mustn’t see that till this evening.

Helmer.  Very well.  But now tell me, you extravagant little person, what would you like for yourself?

Nora.  For myself?  Oh, I am sure I don’t want anything.

Helmer.  Yes, but you must.  Tell me something reasonable that you would particularly like to have.

Nora.  No, I really can’t think of anything—­unless, Torvald—­

Helmer.  Well?