She did not reply.
The carpenter looked from one to the other.
"Miss Torsen, then!" whimpered the traveling companion playfully. He stood waiting a moment, and finally went away.
"Ingeborg," the carpenter was probably thinking. "Miss Torsen," he was thinking.
"How long will you be in the town?" she asked, getting up.
"Oh, I'll be there some time."
"What are you doing there?"
He was a little embarrassed, and since his skin was so fair, she could see at once that he reddened. He bent forward, planting his elbows on his knees before he replied.
"I want to learn a little more in my trade, be an apprentice, maybe. It all depends."
"Oh, I see."