“She is not very new?”
Björn began to get somewhat impatient.
“See here, my man, how old are you yourself?”
The skipper laughed and took his hands from his pockets.
“Will you sell your boat?”
Björn looked at Red Anders, and Red Anders looked at Björn. Then they both looked up at the questioner, and at last they looked around at the boat.
“What do you say, Anders?” asked Björn.
Björn was in good humor. The potato transaction had gone off famously, and the buyer had, over and above, treated them well. Finally he slapped his leg and said, with a broad grin:
“My soul. Why shouldn’t I sell her?”
“Yes, why not? Then you can buy a new one.”