Oddny. Well, what of that! He was a man up in years and had a fine farm.
Gudfinna. He was an upright and honest man, and Halla made him a good wife, my dear.
Oddny. Who doubts that? (Silence.) I don't know what ails Kari of late. Yesterday he flew into a rage when I asked him if he knew of a cure for freckles. I hope Halla has not become such a saint yet that one can't notice her freckles.
Enter Kari and Magnus.
Kari and Magnus. Good evening!
Gudfinna and Oddny. Good evening!
Oddny (rising). I am sitting on your bed, I believe.
Magnus (throws off his cap). Oddny, ask Sigrid to come here and pull off my stockings. (Sits down.) It feels good to sit down. Oddny goes reluctantly.
Kari. Why is she so grumpy? She is not so cheerful a body as you are. I should like to have known you in your young days. I dare say you knew how to handle a rake.
Gudfinna (straightening her back). You may be sure. On dry ground, two lively fellows had all they could do to make ready for my rake.