“Shouldn’t I be merry on my wedding day?” queried Björn, looking around beamingly.
Stine was ready to cry, but held out heroically. She had chosen her lot in life, and was ready to take whatever came.
“It will be better later,” was her consoling thought.
They got down to the harbor somehow and into the boat.
“You’ll have to reef,” said the ferry-keeper.
“Full sail!” called Björn. “This is my wedding trip.”
“All right,” said the ferryman. But he whispered aside to Niels: “Can he sail a boat?”
“Well, rather,” laughed Niels.
“All ready, Niels?” asked Björn.
“Yes.”