Chapter XIII
The winter round of work was as before; carting wood, mending tools and implements. Inger kept house, and did sewing in her spare time. The boys were down in the village again for the long term at school. For several winters past they had had a pair of ski between them; they managed well enough that way as long as they were at home, one waiting while the other took his turn, or one standing on behind the other. Ay, they managed finely with but one pair, it was the finest thing they knew, and they were innocent and glad. But down in the village things were different. The school was full of ski; even the children at Breidablik, it seemed, had each a pair. And the end of it was that Isak had to make a new pair for Eleseus, Sivert keeping the old pair for his own.
Isak did more; he had the boys well clad, and gave them everlasting boots. But when that was done, Isak went to the storekeeper and asked for a ring.
"A ring?" said the man.
"A finger ring. Ay, I've grown that high and mighty now I must give my wife a ring."
"Do you want a silver one, or gold, or just a brass ring dipped to look like gold?"
"Let's say a silver ring."
The storekeeper thought for a while.
"Look you, Isak," he said. "If you want to do the proper thing, and give your wife a ring she needn't be ashamed to wear, you'd better make it a gold ring."
"What!" said Isak aloud. Though maybe in his inmost heart he had been thinking of a gold ring all the time.