The things we do!

But no; this is beyond them. And anyhow, the jacket must give her room to
grow; in a couple of years it would fit her nicely.
I thought about for something I could slip into Olga's hand as she went;
but I've nothing, so I gave her a silver Krone. And straightway she gives
her hand in thanks, and shows the coin to her mother, and whispers she
will give it to her sister at church. Her eyes are simply glowing with joy
at the thought. And her mother, hardly less moved herself, answers yes,
perhaps she ought....
Olga goes off to church in her long jacket; goes shambling down the hill
with her feet turning in and out any odd way. A sweet and heartening thing
to see....
Hersat now; was that a big place?
Yes, a fine big place.
I sit for a while blinking sleepy eyes and making excursions in etymology.
Hersat might mean _Herresate_. [Footnote: Manor.] Or possibly some
_herse_ [Footnote: Local chieftain in ancient times.] might have
held sway there. And the _herse's_ daughter was the proudest maiden
for far around, and the Jarl himself comes to ask her hand.


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