"And what'll be in it of sorts?"
"What sorts? I've meat and pork in plenty, and bread and butter and cheese besides."
"Ay, you've no lack up at Sellanraa," said the other; and her poor, sallow-faced children listened with eyes and ears to this talk of rich things to eat. "And where will they be staying?" asked the mother.
"At the blacksmith's," said Inger.
"Ho!" said the other. "Ay, mine'll be going to school again soon.
They'll stay with the Lensmand."
"Ho!" said Inger.
"Ay, or at the doctor's, maybe, or at the parsonage. Brede he's in with the great folks there, of course."
Inger fumbled with her cloak, and managed to turn it so that a bit of black silk fringe appeared to advantage.
"Where did you get the cloak?" asked, the woman. "One you had with you, maybe?"
"I made it myself."