But was there anything left now to fell?
I answered him:
"Ay, I'm used to timber. Where would it be this year?"
"Anywhere. Wherever you like. There must be something left, surely."
"Ay, well."
I laid the new beams in the barn bridge, and when that was done, I took
down the flagstaff and put on a new knob and line. Ovrebo was looking
quite nice already, and Nils said it made him feel better only to look at
it. I got him to talk to the Captain and put in a word about the
paintwork, but the Captain had looked at him with a troubled air and said:
"Yes, yes, I know. But paint's not the only thing we've got to think
about. Wait till the autumn and see how the crops turn out. We've sowed a
lot this year."
But when the flagstaff stood there with the old paint all scraped off, and
a new knob and halliards, the Captain could not help noticing it, and
ordered some paint by telegraph. Though, to be sure there was no such
hurry as all that; a letter by the post had been enough.
Two days passed.
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