"It's only me. I've brought my cow along."
"H'm," said Isak.
"It was that made me so long—I couldn't go but softly with her over the hills."
"And so you've brought a cow?" said he.
"Yes," said she, all ready to burst with greatness and riches on earth. "Don't you believe me, perhaps?"
Isak feared the worst, but made no sign, and only said:
"Come inside and get something to eat."
"Did you see her? Isn't she a pretty cow?"
"Ay, a fine cow," said Isak. And speaking as carelessly as he could, he asked, "Where d'you get her?"
"Her name's Goldenhorns. What's that wall to be for you've been building up here? You'll work yourself to death, you will. Oh, come and look at the cow, now, won't you?"