The things we do!

There was no sort of life in this talk, and one of the girls
turned to me and said I was very quiet this evening. How could it be?
"Maybe because I'm going away," I answered. "I've a good long way to go
between now and Monday morning."
"Then perhaps we ought to have a parting glass tonight?"
There was some giggling at this, as a well-deserved thrust at me for
keeping back the wine that miserly fashion. But I did not know these
girls, and cared nothing for them, otherwise I had acted differently.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I've bought three bottles of wine that I've
to take with me to a certain place."
"And you're going to carry it all that way?" asked the girl, amid much
laughter. "As if there were never a store on the road."
"Frokenen forgets that it's Sunday tomorrow, and the stores on the road
will be shut," said I.
The laugh died away, but I could see the company was no more kindly
disposed towards me now for speaking straight out. I turned to the wife,
and asked coldly how much I owed her for the time I had stayed.


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