"Many things glitter in the goldsmith's shop, but a sensible woman doesn't want to grab the whole of them."
"And do I, you silly?"
"It looks as if you do, my dear; but sit down here before the glass and let me brush your hair. You are to be married to Magnus, and your public betrothal is to take place the day after to-morrow in the presence of both the families, yet you've had Oscar here every day, and all day, since he came home from England a week ago, and now you are going to ride with him to Thingvellir. You'll make mischief, I promise you. Two dogs at the same bone seldom agree."
At that the girl was taken with a violent fit of laughing. "Auntie, what names you are calling us!"
"Better I should do so than somebody else! The people here are all ears, and Oscar is all mouth--he is always talking about you."
"Not always, auntie." Thora's pretty face was reddening in the glass in front of her.
"Always! Only yesterday he said, 'My future sister-in-law----'"
"Not 'future sister-in-law,' auntie."
"Did I speak, or did I not speak, Thora? 'My future sister-in-law is perfectly charming,' he said----"
"Now, I'm sure it wasn't 'charming,' auntie darling."