Jakobina. Nineteen years I've been here now, and it's never happened yet that the mistress has forgotten to bring something or other to please me when she came back from town,—and it wasn't always little things either, God bless her! Oh, but there they have knocked off the paint. What a shame! (Sits down on the chest and runs her hand over the paint.)
Enter Bjørg and Rannveig from the left, carrying pails full of milk, which they set down.
Rannveig. They brought home quite a bit. We shall not go hungry for a while yet. Where are they?
Helgi. They are inside, drinking coffee.
Bjørg. Is Jon drunk?
Helgi. Not so very; he's just a little gay.
The Shepherd Boy. Are you through milking already?
Bjørg. Can't you see for yourself?
The Shepherd Boy. Oh, pshaw! (His eyes light on the lumber piles. He bends down and begins to count the knots in the wood.) One, two, three—
Enter Sveinungi from the "badstofa."