There would
be plenty to sell.
All things considered, then, it was senseless for Nils to think of leaving
Ovrebo. But he must go home for a couple of days to his people--they lived
a little way north of us. So he gave himself two days' leave as soon as
the potatoes were all out of the ground. No doubt he'd good reason for
going--perhaps to see his sweetheart, we thought--and when he came back he
was bright and full of energy as ever, and took up work again at once.
We were sitting at dinner in the kitchen one day when out comes Fruen from
the front door of the house, and goes tearing down the road, all wild and
excited. Then the Captain came out, calling after her: "Lovise, what is
it, Lovise? Where are you going?" But Fruen only called back: "Leave me
alone!"
We looked at one another. Ragnhild rose from the table; she must go after
her mistress, she said.
"That's right," said Nils, calm as ever. "But go indoors first and see if
she's moved those photographs."
"They're still there," said Ragnhild as she went out.
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