"I'll give you tobacco," said Eleseus, and reaching out, ducked Sivert
head and shoulders in the water. Ho, one for him! Sivert came back
with his hair still dripping.
"Looks like Eleseus he's turning out for the good," thought Isak to
himself, watching his son at work. And to Inger he said: "H'm--wonder
if Eleseus he'll be staying home now for good?"
And she just as queerly cautious again: "'Tis more than I can say. No,
I doubt if he will."
"Ho! Have you said a word of it to himself?"
"No--well, yes, I've talked a bit with him, maybe. But that's the way
I think."
"Like to know, now--suppose he'd a bit of land of his own...."
"How do you mean?"
"If he'd work on a place of his own?"
"No."
"Well, have you said anything?"
"Said anything? Can't you see for yourself? No, I don't see anything
in him Eleseus, that way."
"Don't sit there talking ill of him," said Isak impartially. "All I
can see is, he's doing a good day's work down there."
"Ay, maybe," said Inger submissively.
"And I can't see what you've got to find fault with the lad," cried
Isak, evidently displeased.
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