ASE
Why, Peer, what is it that's ringing-?
PEER
The glittering sledge-bells, dear!
ASE
Oh, mercy, how hollow it's rumbling!
PEER
We're just driving over a fiord.
ASE
I'm afraid! What is that I hear rushing and sighing so strange and wild?
PEER
It's the sough of the pine-trees, mother, on the heath. Do you but sit still.