That was the evening before....
And now, here sits Rolandsen in his room, and cannot get on with his work. He puts on his hat and goes out to see who it might be waving branches in the wood. And walks straight into the lion’s jaws. Jomfru van Loos it was had made that sign, and she stands there waiting for him. Better have curbed his curiosity.
“Goddag!” says Jomfru van Loos. “What on earth have you been doing with your hair?”
“I always have it cut in the spring,” said he.
“I cut it for you last year. I wasn’t good enough this, it seems.”
“I’m not going to have any quarrels with you,” says he.
“Oh, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not. And you’ve no call to stand here pulling up all the forest by the roots for everyone to see.”
“You’ve no call to stand there being funny,” says she.