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"It is a long time since we saw each other nearly eighteen years," said Fru Beck, and her eyes dwelt upon Elizabeth as if to find what traces time had left upon her. "But you have kept strong, I see stronger than I have." "It was that morning I left for Holland," said Elizabeth, seeming to recall it with a certain pleasure.
Herr Badger, with his cloak thrown over one shoulder, leading Knut and Otto by the hand; and behind them the rest of the pupils in single file depressed and gloomy, but resigned to whatever Fate might have in store for them. Fru Bjornson ran forward, and clasped her children in her arms.
"Excuse me," he said suddenly, looking at his watch, "I'm afraid I must ask for the use of the telephone again. Pardon me, Fru Holm." And he rose and left the room. Klaus looked at the others and shook his head. "That man would simply expire if he couldn't send a telegram once an hour," he said with a laugh. Coffee was served out on the balcony, and the men sat and smoked.
Fru Heyerdahl kept a watchful eye on her at any rate, and took care not to let her go to the Christmas dances. Ay, Fru Heyerdahl was careful enough, that she was; here was Axel standing talking to his former servant-girl about a matter of two rings, and suddenly Fru Heyerdahl comes right between them and says: "Barbro, I thought you were going to the store?" Off goes Barbro.
Chicken Little was a picture, sitting on the floor by the window, with a stereoscope "the thing 'at you look fru," she calls it in her hand, and the pictures scattered about her. Now some of the children think that I have been "making up" Chicken Little, and that there is no such a being.
She sat on far into the night with her hands folded on her knee, and gazing straight before her, the night-light from the glass behind the bed throwing its faint light over the room. Fru Beck's words, as she stood there so pale, and told her of her unhappiness, recurred to her again and again, more distinctly, it seemed, each time. "I am dying every day. I know best myself how much is left of me.
Hardly am I settled in one place than I am again unsettled in another no home, no roots. What are those bells I hear? Ah, yes Fru Ingeborg lets the cows out. They are going to pasture for the first time this spring, so that they shall give more milk.... Here comes Nikolai to tell me he is ready. Yes, here is the knapsack.... "Nikolai, isn't it a bit early to let the cows out?"
The bell rang, and the maid came in with a bill; it had been brought the previous day as well, she said. It was from one of the chief restaurateurs of the town, and was by no means a small one. Fru Kaas had no idea that Rafael owed money least of all to a restaurateur. She told the maid to say that her son was of age, and that she was not his cashier.
Rafael liked Hans, for he was himself a Ravn in temperament, a thing that he had not realised before; it was quite a revelation to him. He had believed that the Ravns were like his mother, but now found that she greatly differed from them. To Hans Ravn Fru Kaas said plainly that now they must start.
The professor said that he had never had a more gifted pupil. Fru Kaas had brought an excellent binocular glass with her, which she raised to her eyes from time to time to conceal her emotion, and their hearty praise seemed to flood the landscape and buildings with sunshine. The little party lunched together, and drove home in the afternoon.
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