"Why, as to that, thank God, we've enough for our little needs. What do they say at home about me up here?"
Os-Anders wags his head helplessly; there's no end to the great things they say; more than he can tell. A pleasant-spoken fellow, like all the Lapps.
"If as you'd care for a dish of milk now, you've only to say so," says
Inger.
"'Tis more than's worth your while. But if you've a sup for the dog here…."
Milk for Os-Anders, and food for the dog. Os-Anders lifts his head suddenly, at a kind of music inside the house.
"What's that?"
"'Tis only our clock," says Inger. "It strikes the hours that way."
Inger bursting with pride.
The Lapp wags his head again: "House and cattle and all manner of things. There's nothing a man could think of but you've that thing."
"Ay, we've much to be thankful for, 'tis true."
"I forgot to say, there's Oline was asking after you."