And he answered condescendingly, this great man who went about building with timber all by himself, he answered: "Why, you can see as much, I take it."
"Yes…. Yes, of course."
"Building—why, there's no help for it as I can see.. Here's you come bringing a whole cow to the farm—that means a cowshed, I suppose?"
Poor Inger, not so eternally wise as he, as Isak, that lord of creation. And this was before she learned to know him, and reckon with his way of putting things. Says Inger:
"Why, it's never a cowshed you're building, surely?"
"Ho," says he.
"But you don't mean it? I—I thought you'd be building a house first."
"Think so?" says Isak, putting up a face as if he'd never in life have thought of that himself.
"Why yes. And put the beasts in the hut."
Isak thought for a bit. "Ay, maybe 'twould be best so."