The things we do!

We drove off again to Grand. It was getting towards evening. Frokenen
picks out a seat right in the brightest spot, beaming all over herself at
the fun of it. I ordered some wine.
"What fine clothes you're wearing now," she says, with a laugh.
"I couldn't very well come in here in a workman's blouse."
"No, of course not. But, honestly, that blouse ... shall I tell you what I
think?"
"Yes, do."
"The blouse suited you better."
There! Devil take these town clothes! I sat there with my head full of
other things, and did not care for this sort of talk.
"Are you staying long in town?" I asked.
"As long as Lovise does. We've finished our shopping. No, I'm sorry; it's
all too short." Then she turns gay once more, and asks laughingly: "Did
you like being with us out in the country?"
"Yes. That was a pleasant time."
"And will you come again soon? Haha!"
She seemed to be making fun of me. Trying, of course, to show she saw
through me: that I hadn't played--my part well enough as a country
labourer.


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