“Can’t we use it?” said Anne, with a little more anxiety in her voice than she had shown hitherto.
“Only backwards to Stalheim, and then, I imagine, telegraph to Voss. That would not help us?”
“No, no; we are doing the only sensible thing. The trout are excellent, and I encourage hunger.”
“We will take some food with us.”
“And tea. I insist upon tea.”
“But how to boil it in a boat?”
“We will land on a rock,” said Anne, who was laughing again.
“A fjord picnic. By all means. Besides, of course there are villages.”
“We don’t want to be delayed, and I shan’t agree to anything more sociable than a rock.”
“You command the crew.”