The things we do!

"There's nothing in the woods now," said Frokenen. And she spoke to me
directly once again: "Well, there's no churchyard here for you to roam
about in."
"No."
"You must miss it, I should think." And then she went on to explain to
Fruen that I was a curious person who wandered about in graveyards by
night and held meetings with the dead. And it was there I invented my
machines and things.
By way of saying something, I asked about young Erik. He had been thrown
by a runaway horse and badly hurt....
"He's better now," said Frokenen shortly.--Are you ready to go on again,
Lovise?"
"Yes, indeed. Can we start?"
"Whenever you please," I answered.
And we drove on again.
The hours pass, the sun draws lower down the sky, and it is cooler--a
chill in the air; then later wind and wet, half rain, half snow. We passed
the annexe church, a couple of wayside stores, and farm after farm.
Then came a knocking on the window of the carriage.
"Wasn't it here you went riding one night on borrowed horses?" said
Frokenen laughingly.


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