“Freydissa will be only too glad to get rid of her,” replied that amiable woman, who was engaged in the manufacture of a leathern tunic for Snorro; “she is tired of milk-and-water.”
“And yet milk-and-water is more likely to agree with you than anything resembling beer,” said Biarne, with a laugh.
“I should be sorry to leave Vinland,” returned Bertha, “but I am very very anxious to see my dear father again. Besides—I can return hither.”
Hake’s hand was suddenly released, and resumed its occupation.
“If you go, Leif,” asked Karlsefin, “will you return and spend the winter with us?”
“I will not promise that,” replied Leif with a smile.
There was silence for some minutes, which was broken at length by a very small voice saying:—
“’Norro go to G’eenland too?”
Poor Snorro was as regardless of the S in his own name as he was of the l in Olaf’s!
“’Norro may go, if Gudrid will allow him,” answered Leif, patting the child’s curly pate.