"The school fund pays," answered the father whilst he was eating.
"Would you like it?" asked the mother.
"I should like to learn something, but not to be schoolmaster."
They were all three silent awhile, she hummed again, and looked round. Ovind went away and sat by himself.
"We don't need to take from the school fund," said she, when the lad was gone.
Her husband looked at her: "Poor people like us!"
"I don't like, Thore, that you should always give yourself out for poor when you are not so."
They both of them peeped to see whether the lad could hear them where he sat.
Then the father looked sharply at her. "Nonsense! you don't understand things."
She laughed, then said seriously, "It seems like not thanking God that we have got on well."