"Just so—yes: then you could manage it."
"But"—
"You will not?"
"Why, of course, I will."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes; then it is decided, as the hen said when she flew into the water."
"But"—
Ole looks puzzled at the school-master.
"Oyvind is asking, I suppose, whether he shall have Marit, to."
Ole, abruptly: "Marit in the bargain; Marit in the bargain!"
Then Oyvind burst out laughing, and jumped right up; all three laughed with him. Oyvind rubbed his hands, paced the floor, and kept repeating again and again: "Marit in the bargain! Marit in the bargain!" Thore gave a deep chuckle, the mother in the corner kept her eyes fastened on her son until they filled with tears.