"
He was busy all the forenoon getting ready for the journey, washing down
the carriage, greasing the wheels, and cleaning the harness after. I
helped him with the work.
"I don't believe you can drive a pair at all, really," I said, just to
annoy him. "But I'll give you a bit of a lesson, if you like, before you
start."
"You've got it badly," he answered. "It's a pity to see a man looking like
that, when a dose of castor-oil would put him right."
It was like that all the time--jesting and merriment from one to the
other.
That evening the Captain came out to me.
"I didn't want to send you down with the ladies," he said, "because of
your work. But now Froken Elisabeth says she wants you to drive, and not
the other man."
"Me?"
"Yes. Because she knows you."
"Why, as for that, 'twould have been safe enough as it was."
"Do you mind going at all?"
"No."
"Good! Then that's settled."
This thought came to my mind at once: "Aha, it's me the ladies fancy,
after all, because I'm an inventor and proprietor of a patent saw, and not
bad looking when I'm properly got up--not bad looking by any means.
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