"Ay, for they've no milk. Not a drop of milk on the place, they've not."
"That's as it may be. But you that know such a lot, and read writing as pat as a cockroach running, you ought to know that coffee's a thing should be in everybody's house."
"You creature!" said Isak.
At that Oline sat down and was not to be silenced. "As for that
Inger," said she, "if so be I may dare to say such a word…."
"Say what you will, 'tis all one to me."
"She'll be coming home, and learned everything of sorts. And beads and feathers in her hat, maybe?"
"Ay, that may be."
"Ay," said Oline; "and she can thank me a little for all the way she's grown so fine and grand."
"You?" asked Isak. It slipped out.
Oline answered humbly: "Ay, since 'twas my modest doing that she ever went away."