"The chest has not come yet," said he, and lay still.
"But the chest is not to come, either; it is to remain until the first Sunday there is service. Do you hear, Eli? Pick yourself up; take your bundle, and come. Get up, now, Baard!"
She led the way, and the girl followed.
"Come, now, I say,—come now!" resounded from below.
"Have you looked after the plug in the boat?" asked Baard, still without rising.
"Yes, it is there;" and Arne heard her just then hammering it in with the scoop. "But get up, I say, Baard! Surely we are not to stay here all night?"
"I am waiting for the chest."
"But, my dear, bless you, I have told you it is to wait until the first Sunday there is service."
"There it comes," said Baard, and they heard the rattling of a cart.
"Why, I said it was to wait until the first Sunday there is service."