“Good. I'm an official, you see, and have to know my folk. Though I
don't suppose you've anything on your conscience, seeing you come to the
Lensmand, haha! Well, as I said, you can give yourself a rest today, and
start cutting wood tomorrow.”
I set to work getting ready for the next day, looked to my clothes,
filed the saw, and ground my ax. I had no gloves, but it was hardly
weather for gloves as yet, and there was nothing else I was short of.
The Lensmand came out to me several times, and talked in a casual
way; it amused him, perhaps, to talk to a strange wanderer. “Here,
Margrethe!” he called to his wife, as she went across the courtyard;
“here's the new man; I'm going to send him out cutting wood.”