Jon (coiling the last ropes). We can start carrying the lumber into the shed.
Enter Ljot from the house.
Sølvi. Good day to you, Ljot!
Ljot. Good day! You wished to see me?
Sølvi. You won't be angry with me?—I thought perhaps you would like this. (Takes the skin of a duck from his knapsack.) I shot it on the creek the other day, and I thought it was so pretty that I took off the skin and dried it. Do you think you could make use of it—say for a riding-cap?
Ljot. It is beautiful.
Sølvi. When you hold the wing this way the spot is blue, and when you hold it so it is green; it's the way the light falls.
Ljot. I doubt if I dare take it. I scarcely know you.
Sølvi. You would make me very happy if you would take it.
Ljot. Then I will, and thank you. (Gives him her hand.) How lovely it is!