But these girths are the very devil."
"Aren't you too tired to drive all that way again now?"
"No. You know well enough I can manage it all right. And she's given me
good money, too. Extra."
"Did she, though?"
"Ay, that she did. But she's a queer sort, is Fruen."
Then said I: "I don't think you ought to go off again now."
Grindhusen stopped short. "You think so? Well, now, I dare say you're
right."
Just then came Fruen's voice from outside--she had come right over to the
stable door.
"Aren't you ready yet? How much longer am I to sit waiting?"
"Ready this minute," answered Grindhusen, and turned to again, busier than
ever. "It was only these girths."
Fruen went back to the carriage. She ran, and the thick fur coat she had
on was too heavy for her, she had to balance with her arms. It was pitiful
to see; like a hen trying to escape across the barnyard, and flapping its
wings to help.
I went over to the carriage again, politely, even humbly. I took off my
cap, and begged Fruen to give up this new journey.
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