HELMER.
What are little people called that are always wasting money?
NORA.
Spendthrifts — I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald, and then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of. That is a very sensible plan, isn't it?
HELMER.
(smiling). Indeed it is — that is to say, if you were really to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy something for yourself. But if you spend it all on the housekeeping and any number of unnecessary things, then I merely have to pay up again.
NORA.
Oh but, Torvald —
HELMER.
You can't deny it, my dear, little Nora. (Puts his arm round her waist.) It's a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are!
NORA.
It's a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.
HELMER.
(laughing). That's very true, — all you can. But you can't save anything!
NORA.
(smiling quietly and happily). You haven't any idea how many expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.
HELMER.
You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.
