The talk at the table ran a good deal upon matters and things in the Hollow. Gyda knew the ins and outs of many a house there; she could illustrate and prove the truth of some of Rollo's statements, and she could suggest wants, even if she did not know to contrive the remedy.
'There's something you haven't thought of yet, Olaf,' she observed.
'They are just heathens and savages down there.'
'What makes you think I have not thought of it?'
'Well, you haven't begun to plan for it.'
'How can you venture to say that?'
'I haven't heard you say a word.'
'Do you think, Hazel, that proves anything?'
'It would not with me,' she said. 'But Mrs. Boërresen should know you.'
'She should,' said Rollo. 'It appears she don't.'
'You talk of a great many other things,' said the old woman smiling. 'I've been waiting to hear when that would come up. What are you going to do, lad?'