"Well, then, be everything."
Again she laughed; but after a while she said in a sad tone, "The Clergyman never used to make a fool of me in this way."
"No; but he did make a fool of you."
"The Clergyman? well, you've never been so kind to me as he was."
"No; and if I had I should have spoiled you."
"Well, sour milk can never become sweet."
"It may when it is boiled to whey."
She laughed aloud. "Here comes your mother." Then the girl again became grave.
"Such a long-winded woman as that Clergyman's lady, I never met with in all my live-long days," interposed a sharp quick voice. "Now, make haste, Baard; get up and push off the boat, or we sha'n't get home to-night. The lady wished me to take care that Eli's feet were kept dry. Dear me, she must attend to that herself! Then she said Eli must take a walk every morning for the sake of her health! Did ever anybody hear such stuff! Well, get up, Baard, and push off the boat; I have to make the dough this evening."
"The chest hasn't come yet," he said, without rising.