human
The plates are wooden! said Ned.
gpt
They won't break if you drop 'em. Some of the cups and pitchers are of wood. Made with hoops like little pails. They make all sorts of pails. Horn cups, crockery, green glass,--why don't they make window glass, too?
human
Knife and fork, please.
gpt
Oh! exclaimed Lars.
human
I see! He hath no cutter. Bring him a good blade.
gpt
No! he said aloud.
human
Nor a napkin, nor a table-cloth, nor a potato!
gpt
I hear thee! came suddenly in the deep tones of Vebba.
human
Thou hast also been taught other tongues. It is well. Thy father is wise with thee. When the priest cometh he shall talk with thee in Latin, for we understand him not very well.
gpt
That's it! thought Ned.
human
I spoke in English. What'll I do with Latin?
gpt
I will be glad to see the priest.
human
We like him well, said Wiltna.
gpt
He is from Ireland, where there are many such as he, and he cometh here to teach against the old gods of the North. Most of the people swear by Wodin and Thor to this day. They change not easily.
human
It is just so among us; we have ever so many preachers, and most of the people do not go by what they say any too well.
gpt
How they do drink beer! thought Ned.
human
Nothing else. Every fellow uses his own sheath-knife and his fingers. Salt, but no pepper. Fair butter. Pretty good bread. This is goat mutton, is it? I like it pretty well. I guess there won't be any pie. Fingers were made before forks, as Uncle Jack says.