The things we do!

I hastened to break the silence, and said at random.
"Anyhow, it's too late to start this year; the winter would be on us
before we could get it done. But next spring...."
Fruen seemed to come back to attention from somewhere far away.
"Oh yes, I remember now, he did say something about it," she said. "We
talked it over. But it was too late this year.... Elisabeth, don't you
like watching them felling trees?"
We used a rope now and then to guide the tree in its fall. Falkenberg had
just fixed this rope high up, and the tree stood swaying.
"What's that for?"
"To make it fall the right way," I began. But Fruen did not care to listen
to me any more; she turned to Falkenberg and put the question to him
directly:
"Does it matter which way it falls?"
Falkenberg had to answer her.
"Why, no, we'll need to guide it a bit, so it doesn't break down too much
of the young growth when it falls."
"Did you notice," said Fruen to her friend, "what a voice he has? He's the
one that sings.


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