"You don't think it'd be worth my while to take it?"
Isak thought for a long while, and answered: "Ay, there's the money, true, but still…."
"They've offered me more."
"How much?"
"Double."
"Double? Why, then, I'd say you should think it over."
"But they've made the line a bit longer now. No, I don't know what's best to do—there's not so much timber to sell here as you've got on yours, and I've need to buy more things for the work that I've got now. And buying things needs money in 'cash, and I've not so much out of the land and stock that there's much over to sell. Seems to me I'll have to try a year at the telegraph to begin with…."
It did not occur to either of them that Brede might "do better" and keep the post himself.
When they reached Maaneland, Oline was there already, on her way down. Ay, a strange creature, Oline, crawling about fat and round as a maggot, and over seventy years and all, but still getting about. She sits drinking coffee in the hut, but seeing the men come up, all must give way to that, and she comes out.
"Goddag, Axel, and welcome back from the sale. You'll not mind me looking in to see how you and Barbro's getting on? And you're getting on finely, to see, and building a new house and getting richer and richer! And you been buying sheep, Isak?"