Sinopsis

The great farm hall was ablaze with the fire-light, and noisy with laughter
and talk and many-sounding work. None could be idle but the very young
and the very old: little Rol, who was hugging a puppy, and old Trella,
whose palsied hand fumbled over her knitting. The early evening had
closed in, and the farm-servants, come from their outdoor work, had
assembled in the ample hall, which gave space for a score or more of
workers. Several of the men were engaged in carving, and to these were
yielded the best place and light; others made or repaired fishing-tackle and
harness, and a great seine net occupied three pairs of hands. Of the women
most were sorting and mixing eider feather...