The things we do!

I was very uneasy. Moreover, the letter looked clumsy as
I sent it, for I had got the paper from the Lensmand, and had to paste a
whole strip of stamps along the envelope to cover where his name was
printed on. I wondered what she would say when she got it. There was no
name, nor any place given in the letter.
And so we work in the woods, the other man and I, talk of our little
affairs, working with heart and soul, and getting on well together. The
days passed; already, worse luck, I could see the end of our work ahead,
but I had a little hope the Lensmand might find something else for me to
do when the woodcutting was finished. Something would surely turn up. I
had no wish to set out wandering anew before Christmas.
Then one day I go to the post again, and there is a letter for me. I
cannot understand that it is for me, and I stand turning and twisting it
confusedly; but the man knows me now; he reads from the envelope again and
says yes, it is my name right enough, and care of the Lensmand.


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