“All three of the Northmen!” repeated Rollo. “Who are the Northmen?”
“Don’t you know who the three famous Northmen are,” said Jonas, “who do so much mischief?”
“No,” said Rollo, “I never heard of them before.”
“Well,” said Jonas, “I will tell you some time, but now I must go away with the cart.”
Jonas had been harnessing the horse into the cart, in the yard, while Rollo had been talking with him, and now was about ready to go away. Rollo determined to ask his mother to let him go with him.
“Where are you going, Jonas?” said he.
“Down into the woods,” said Jonas.
“Wait a minute for me.”
So away Rollo ran to ask his mother. She said, yes; and he accordingly came out and took his seat, by the side of Jonas, upon a board which was placed across the cart, from one side to the other.
Jonas was going down into the woods to bring up a load of wood which he had obtained from the trimmings of the trees. It was a cold, frosty morning, and the winter was near; and Jonas wished to get the wood in before the snow should come and cover it up. Rollo was so much interested in driving the cart down, and then in loading it with wood, that he forgot to ask Jonas about the three famous Northmen.