As Bertha disappeared Biarne entered the room— “Hallo! Freydissa, stormy weather—eh?”
“You can go outside and see for yourself,” answered Freydissa angrily.
“So I mean to,” returned Biarne, with a smile, “for the weather is pleasanter outside than in; but I must first presume to put the question that brought me here. Do you chance to know where Leif is this morning?”
“How should I know?”
“By having become acquainted with the facts of the case somehow,” suggested Biarne.
“Well, then, I don’t know; so you can go study the weather.”
“Oho! mistress: I see that it is time we sent to Iceland for another cat!”
This allusion to her husband’s former treatment of her pet was almost the only thing that could calm—or at least restrain—the storm! Freydissa bit her lips and flushed as she went on with her washing, but she said nothing more.
“Well, good-morning,” said Biarne as he left the house to search for Leif.
He found him busily engaged in executing some repairs on board the “Snake.”