No one in Highland would think of buying holly from anyone but him. And the holly was free to those who couldn't pay. Knute took an extra measure of pleasure in Highland. His daughter, her husband and three children lived there. Better take it easy.
Weather looks bad.
Knute thrust his head out the window. Every year I go home to my Frieda. I've got no folks in Highland. He glanced again at the forbidding sky. I bane vidower, so I go at yule time to my daughter.