The girl laughed. Presently, with a sorrowful voice, "The priest never fooled with me in this way."
"No, he only made a fool of you."
"The priest? You have never been so kind to me as the priest has."
"No, for that would have spoiled you."
"Sour milk can never become sweet."
"Oh, yes, when it is boiled to whey."
Here the girl burst out laughing.
"There comes your mother."
Then she grew sober again.
"Such a long-winded woman as the priest's lady I have never met in all the days of my life," here interposed a shrill, rattling voice. "Make haste, now, Baard. Get up and push the boat out. We will not get home to-night. The lady wished me to see that Eli kept her feet dry. Dear me, you will have to see to that yourself. Every morning she must take a walk, for the sake of her health. It is health, health, from morning till night. Get up, now, Baard, and push out the boat. Just think, I have to set sponge this evening!"