"But the chest isn't to come; it's to be left there till next Sunday. Well, Eli, get up; take your bundle, and come on. Now, get up, Baard."
Away she went, followed by the girl.
"Come on, come on!" Arne then heard the same voice say from the shore below.
"Have you looked after the plug in the boat?" Baard asked, still without rising.
"Yes, it's put in;" and then Arne heard her drive it in with a scoop.
"But do get up, Baard; I suppose we're not going to stay here all night? Get up, Baard!"
"I'm waiting for the chest."
"But bless you, dear, haven't I told you it's to be left there till next Sunday?"
"Here it comes," Baard said, as the rattling of a cart was heard.
"Why, I said it was to be left till next Sunday."