"What are you doing that for?" she asked.
"Oh, he's so playful," said Isak, and set the horse down again.
Now what had he done that for? A sudden impulse to do just that thing; perhaps he had done it to hide his embarrassment.
They started off again, and all three of them walked a bit of the way.
They came to a new farm.
"What's that there?" asked Inger.
"'Tis Brede's place, that he's bought."
"Brede?"
"Breidablik, he calls it. There's wide moorland, but the timber's poor."
They talked of the new place as they passed on. Isak noticed that
Brede's cart was still left out in the open.
The child was growing sleepy now, and Isak took her gently in his arms and carried her. They walked and walked. Leopoldine was soon fast asleep, and Inger said: