Act 2, Scene 6
The BERGMANN'S garden in morning sunlight.
WENDLA: Why did you slip out of the room? To pick violets! Because mother sees me smiling. Why can't you close your lips anymore? I don't know. I really don't know, I don't know the words...
The path's like a soft carpet. No stones, no thorns. My feet don't touch the ground...O how I slept last night!
They were here. I feel as solemn as a nun at communion. These beautiful violets! Hush, mother, I'll wear my sackcloth. O God, if only someone could come and I could throw my arms around his neck and tell!