"I suppose you think I have made matters worse," she said.
"What do you think yourself?" he asked her.
"He will do well enough," she answered. But he told her, "You have not helped his eye-works. He is looking two ways at once."
"It is what you would say."
"It is what I do say," he answered, "because it is true."
"I know what you think of him," she cried out sharply. "You have no need to tell me."
Gunnar replied: "He looked shabby before, and in want of a lick; but you have made him look like a boiled goose."
Sigrid was seriously vexed. She looked as if she was all over spines, like a teasel. But the worst of it was, that she knew he was right, as well as he did himself. Meantime Gunnar walked comfortably about, by and large, while she stood opening and shutting her hands.
"You are hard to please," she said at last, in a dry voice. "Yet I do think that I have mishandled his right eye. Perhaps you will mend it for me."