"The house'd have to be done up."
"Ay, that of course. Place all done up—'twould mean a lot of work at first, but … What I was going to say, d'you know if your mother was going to church come Sunday?"
"Ay, she said something like it."
"Ho!… H'm. Keep your eyes open now and look out for a good big door-slab for the new house. You haven't seen a bit would do?"
"No," said Sivert.
And they fell to work again.
A couple of days later both agreed they had enough stone now for the walls. It was Friday evening; they sat taking a breathing-space, and talking together the while.
"H'm—what d'you say?" said the father. "Should we think it over, maybe, about Breidablik?"
"How d'you mean?" asked the son. "What to do with it?"
"Why, I don't know. There's the school there, and it's midway down this tract now."