"I thought I'd just look in," she says, "and see how Goldenhorns gets on since she left us."
Inger looks at the child, and talks to it in a little pitying voice: "Ah, there's none asks how he's getting on, that's but a little tiny thing."
"Why, as for that, any one can see how he's getting on. A fine little lad and all. And who'd have thought it a year gone, Inger, to find you here with house and husband and child and all manner of things."
"'Tis no doing of mine to praise. But there's one sitting there that took me as I was and no more."
"And wedded?—Not wedded yet, no, I see."
"We'll see about it, the time this little man's to be christened," says Inger. "We'd have been wedded before, but couldn't come by it, getting down to a church and all. What do you say, Isak?"
"Wedded?" says Isak. "Why, yes, of course."
"But if as you'd help us, Oline," says Inger. "Just to come up for a few days in the off time once, and look to the creatures here while we're away?"
Ay, Oline would do that.
"We'll see it's no loss to you after."