human
It's nobody but Nils, Mother. I expect you weren't looking for me.
gpt
Bring the lamp, Hilda, and let me look.
human
What's the matter, Mother? Don't you know me?
gpt
You must be Nils. You don't look very different, anyway.
human
Nor you, Mother. You hold your own. Don't you wear glasses yet?
gpt
Only to read by. Where's your trunk, Nils?
human
Oh, I left that in town. I thought it might not be convenient for you to have company so near threshing-time.
gpt
Don't be foolish, Nils. Mrs. Ericson turned back to the stove.
human
I don't thresh now. I hitched the wheat land onto the next farm and have a tenant. Hilda, take some hot water up to the company room, and go call little Eric.