The things we do!

Froken Elisabeth brings out some food for the journey, and wraps her
friend up well.
"Sure you'll be warm enough, now?" she asks for the last time.
"Quite sure, thanks; it's more than warm enough with all these. _Farvel,
Farvel_."
"See you drive as nicely as you did yesterday," says Froken, with a nod to
me as well.
And we drove off.
The day was raw and chilly, and I saw at once that Fruen was not warm
enough with her rug.
We drive on for hour after hour; the horses know they are on the way home,
and trot without asking. My bare hands stiffen about the reins. As we
neared a cottage a little way from the road, Fruen knocked on the carriage
window to say it was dinner-time. She gets out, and her face was pale with
the cold.
"We'll go up there and have dinner," she says. "Come up as soon as you're
ready, and bring the basket."
And she walked up the hill.
It must be because of the cold she chose to eat in a stranger's house, I
thought to myself; she could hardly be afraid of me.


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