"No use for tobacco?"
"Nay. 'Twas but for to drop in at Aronsen's like, and hear what he'd got to say." And the two jesters laughed together at that.
On the way home, father and son talk little, as was their way; but
Isak must have been thinking out something for himself; he says:
"Sivert?"
"Ay?" says Sivert again.
"Nay, 'twas nothing."
They walk on a good ways, and Isak begins again:
"How's he get on, then, with his trading, Aronsen, when he's nothing to trade with?"
"Nay," says Sivert. "But there's not folk enough here now for him to buy for."
"Ho, you think so? Why, I suppose 'tis so, ay, well…."