Truus.
[Knitting.] Yes, that boy’s a treasure, barely twelve. You should have seen him two and a half months ago. When the Anna came in without Ari. The child behaved like an angel, just like a grown man. He would sit up evenings to chat with me, the child knows more than I do. The lamb, hope he’s not been awfully sea sick.
Saart.
[Knitting.] Now, you may not believe it, but red spectacles keep you from being sea sick.
Jo.
[Mending a flannel garment.] Hahaha! Did you ever try it yourself? You’re like the doctors, they let others swallow their doses.
Saart.
Many’s the night I’ve slept on board; when my husband was alive I went along on many a voyage.
Jo.