The things we do!

"
"Now you're talking to Bewer, of course," said I.
"No, it's perfectly true. And I came over one day when you were working in
the potato fields. It wasn't your young Erik I came to see, not a bit."
"Only think, that it should have been me," I say, putting on a melancholy
air.
"Yes, of course you think it was strange. But really, you know, people who
live in the country must have some one to be fond of too."
"Does Fru Falkenberg say the same?"
"Fru Falkenberg? No, she says she doesn't want to be fond of anybody, only
play her piano and that sort of thing. But I was speaking of myself. Do
you know what I did once? No, really, I can't tell you that. Do you want
to know?
"Yes, tell me."
"Well, then ... for, after all, I'm only a child compared to you, so it
doesn't matter. It was when you were sleeping in the barn; I went over
there one day and laid your rugs together properly, and made a proper
bed."
"Was it you did that?" I burst out quite sincerely, forgetting to play my
part.


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