Silver; to show you’re the son of Jon Gynt.”
God pardon him, Jon; he was drunk, you see,
And then he cared neither for tin nor for gold.
Here are the hose. Oh, they’re nothing but holes;
They want darning, Kari!
Kari.
Indeed but they do.
Åse.
When that is done, I must get to bed;
I feel so broken, and frail, and ill——