She waited for him a long time, fearing that someone else might come and take his place. Coffee from the saucer, a good-sized sandwich with the carpenter: nothing wily or unnatural about that; this sheltered corner seemed to her like a tiny foothold in life. There he was, coming back with more food and coffee, a whole tray in his big hands. He laughed good-naturedly at himself for walking so carefully. She threw up her hands and overdid things a little: "Great heavens! Really, you're much, much too kind!" "Well, I thought since you were sitting here anyhow--" They both ate; she grew warm and sleepy, and leaned back half-dozing. Every time she opened her eyes, she saw the carpenter lighting his pipe; he struck two or three matches at once, but he was in no hurry; they were always half burned before he put his pipe in his mouth and began to suck at it. The schoolmaster called something to him, drew his attention to something far inland, but the carpenter merely nodded and said nothing. "I wonder if he's afraid he'll wake me," she thought. At one stop, her former traveling companion turned up again; he had been below in the cabin. "Aren't you coming down, Ingeborg?" he asked. She did not reply. The carpenter looked from one to the other. "Miss Torsen, then!" whimpered the traveling companion playfully. He stood waiting a moment, and finally went away. "Ingeborg," the carpenter was probably thinking. "Miss Torsen," he was thinking. "How long will you be in the town?" she asked, getting up. "Oh, I'll be there some time." "What are you doing there?" He was a little embarrassed, and since his skin was so fair, she could see at once that he reddened. He bent forward, planting his elbows on his knees before he replied. "I want to learn a little more in my trade, be an apprentice, maybe. It all depends." "Oh, I see." "What do you think of it?" he asked. "I think it's a good idea." "Do you?" They were on deck nearly the whole of the day, but toward evening it turned bitter cold and windy. When she had grown stiff with sitting, she got up and stamped her feet, and when she had stamped till she was tired, she sat down again. Once when she was standing a little distance away, she saw the carpenter place a parcel on the bench as though to keep her seat for her. Her quondam traveling companion stuck his head out of a doorway, the wind blowing his hair forward over his forehead, and cried: "Ingeborg, go below, will you!" "Oh," she groaned. Suddenly she was seized with fury. The ship heeled over on its side as she walked toward him, and she had to take a few skips to keep her balance. "I don't want you to talk to me again," she hissed at him. "Do you hear? I mean it, by all that's holy!" "Good gracious!" he exclaimed and disappeared. At about three o'clock, the carpenter turned up with coffee and sandwiches again. "Really you mustn't be doing this all the time," she said.