"Precisely--yes; you should have the gard."

"I should _have_ the gard?"

"Just so--yes: then you could manage it."

"But"--

"You will not?"

"Why, of course, I will."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes; then it is decided, as the hen said when she flew
into the water."

"But"--

Ole looks puzzled at the school-master.

"Oyvind is asking, I suppose, whether he shall have Marit, to."

Ole, abruptly: "Marit in the bargain; Marit in the bargain!"

Then Oyvind burst out laughing, and jumped right up; all three laughed
with him. Oyvind rubbed his hands, paced the floor, and kept repeating
again and again: "Marit in the bargain! Marit in the bargain!" Thore
gave a deep chuckle, the mother in the corner kept her eyes fastened on
her son until they filled with tears.