"What did you do then?"
"I was talking to some one."
"Was it the peasant lad?"
"Yes."
"Listen now, Marit, you are going away tomorrow."
"No."
"Well, Marit, I will only say one single thing, you SHALL go."
"You can't lift me into the carriage."
"No? Can't I?"
"No, because you won't do it."