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And if that didn't move her, surely nothing would, for among folks in the wilds, there was nothing counted so mean as to take back a gift. "That's as it may be," she answered evasively. "Oh, you shall have it all right," he answered bravely. "I'll send it back at once, never fear. And now perhaps you'll give me back my letter." Eleseus rose to his feet. Very well; she gave him back the letter.
Eleseus, on his part, let it be understood that he was only home for a holiday, and would soon be called back to the office again. But it was not so bad being at home after all, in the old place, and, of course, he had the little bedroom to live in. But it was not like being in town! "Nay, that's a true word," said Barbro, "Town's very different from this."
Isak was simpler and slower of thought; he reckoned less and less with Eleseus now, when he reckoned at all; his eldest son was gradually slipping out of range. Isak no longer thought of Sellanraa divided between his two sons when he himself should be gone.
Eleseus was a bit of a fool, perhaps, in some things, but so was his uncle; and the two of them sat there drawing up elaborate documents in favour not only of little Sivert but also to benefit the village, the commune which the old man had served for thirty years. Oh, they were grand days! "I couldn't have got a better man to help with all this than you, Eleseus boy," said Uncle Sivert.
He was hoping to get part of it roofed in this autumn, and had thought of asking Sivert to lend him a hand for a few days what did Eleseus think of that? Eleseus thought like as not. "But why not ask me?" he said, smiling. "You?" said Axel, and he spoke with sudden respect at the idea. "You've talents for other things than that, I take it."
After Aronsen had raged for a while, and grown more and more desperate, he went up one day to Sellanraa and closed the deal. Ay, Aronsen did. Eleseus got it for the price he had offered; land and house and sheds, live stock and goods, for fifteen hundred Kroner.
There it stood, black canvas with the corners all rubbed and worn; a handbag, nothing more ho, but wait! He would buy a trunk when he got to the towns, a splendid one it should be, only wait! "'Tis a pity to feed the dog so," says Brede. And Eleseus feels better at that, and ready to show off again. "'Tis a marvel how a beast can get so fat," says he.
"And what then?" asked the son. "I don't know what we'd do with it, though; it's not worth much as it is." "That's what you've been thinking of?" "No, not that way.... Unless Eleseus he'd like to have the place to work on." "Eleseus? Well, no, I don't know " Long pause, the two men thinking hard. The father begins gathering tools together, packing up to go home. "Ay, unless ..." said Sivert.
And, coming down as far as to Maaneland, there's Barbro at the glass window with a child in her arms, and sees him, and says: "'Tis Isak himself!" He comes to Storborg and pulls up. "Ptro! Is Eleseus at home?" Eleseus comes out. Ay, he's at home; not gone yet, but just going off on his spring tour of the towns down south. "Here's some things your mother sent down," says his father.
"Wait a minute this is wrong," cried Eleseus. Ho, Eleseus standing there with the drawing in his hand, with the Law in his hand; no getting away from him! "That spring there goes outside," he says to his father. "Ay, what then?" "Why, you've got it in under, you've set it wrong. It's a steel spring, and you have to fix it outside, else the bolt jars out again and stops the knives.