She was quite excited, I thought."
"Perhaps the Captain sent for her?"
Nils shook his head. "No. But perhaps--Lord knows. What was I going to
say--it's--tomorrow's Sunday, isn't it?"
"Yes; what then?"
"Oh, nothing. I was only thinking I'd use the day off to mark out firewood
for the winter. I've been thinking of that a long while. And it's easier
now than when the snow's about."
Always thinking of his work, was Nils. He took a pride in it, and was
anxious now, moreover, to show his gratitude for the Captain's having
raised his wages since the harvest.
It is Sunday.
I walked up to have a look at the trench and the reservoir; a few more
good days now, and we should have the pipes laid down. I was quite excited
about it myself, and could hardly wait for tomorrow's working-day to begin
again. The Captain had not interfered in the arrangements, not with a
single word, but left all to me, so that it was no light matter to me if
the frost came now and upset it all.
When I got back, there was the landau outside the house--the horses had
been taken out.
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