Olaf.
No, Uncle, there’s no bolt in it.
Hilmar.
How do you know? There may very likely be a bolt in it. Take it away, I tell you!—Why the deuce have you never gone to America in one of your father’s ships? There you could go buffalo-hunting or fighting the redskins.
Mrs. Bernick.
Oh, Hilmar——
Olaf.
I should like to very much, Uncle; and then perhaps I might meet Uncle Johan and Aunt Lona.
Hilmar.
H’m—don’t talk nonsense.