The things we do!

"
I went back to my place, waited till she should have packed up the things
so I could carry the basket down. Suddenly she turned her head towards me,
still without looking up, and asked again:
"Where do you come from?"
"From Nordland."
Pause.
I ventured to ask in my turn if Fruen had ever been there.
"Yes; when I was a child."
Then she looked at her watch, as if to check me from any more questions,
and at the same time to hint it was getting late.
I rose at once and went out to the horses.
It was already growing dusk; the sky was darker, and a loose, wet sleet
was beginning to fall. I took my rug down covertly from the box, and hid
it under the front seat inside the carriage; when that was done, I watered
the horses and harnessed up. A little after, Fruen came down the hill. I
went up for the basket, and met her on the way.
"Where are you going?"
"To fetch the basket."
"You needn't trouble, thanks; there's nothing to take back."
We went down to the carriage; she got in, and I made to help her to rights
with the rug she had.


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