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Brigitta had not hands enough for Petrea and Eva, so did they skip about when she wished to dress them. Immediately after noon the procession set forth; Henrik and the Queen-bee marched first, next came Eva and Leonore, between whom was Petrea, each one carrying a little basket containing a piece of cake, as provision for their journey.
"Do you remember how one evening you threw me on to the bed? How angry I was with you then!" "Do you remember how the first evening you put away the cake for Henrik?" said grandmamma. "How you blushed then!" "Do you remember," interrupted Father Fromm, "the first time you addressed me in German? How I laughed at you then!"
Rather too audible a kiss suddenly turned all eyes on the Candidate and Louise; the latter of whom was punishing her lover for his daring by a highly ungracious and indignant glance, which Henrik declared quite pulverised him.
"And this I have found," said Henrik, smiling at Signe and Marie as with arms around each other, they sauntered down the garden path, "I have found that our work never ends. While in earth-life my mission was to seek after those of my people who had gone before me, and to do a work of salvation for them in the temples.
There was Uncle Henrik, the youngest brother of Keith's father, who had gone to the dogs while still a youth, and in a more ignominious fashion, if possible. What was he now but a besotted tramp, begging shamelessly of friend or stranger for a few öre with which to buy a brief moment of coarse happiness?
Henrik sailed from Christiania in company with a party of his fellow-believers, and in due uneventful time, landed in the New World. He found America a wonderfully big and interesting country. He went directly westward first, crossing the great plains and rugged mountains to the valleys beyond. Here he found and visited many of his former friends.
The time about the year 1820 is reckoned as the beginning of the new Norwegian literature, and Henrik Wergeland is called its creator. Henrik Arnold Wergeland was born in 1808. His father, Nicolai Wergeland, a clergyman, was a member of the Constitutional Convention at Eidsvold. Henrik studied theology, but did not care to become a clergyman.
A fourth had of late began to discover itself, and that was for medicine for the discovering and administering of useful family medicines; nay, she had herself decocted a certain elixir from nine bitter herbs, which Henrik declared would be very serviceable in sending people to the other world. Louise was no way disturbed by all this, for she did not allow herself to be annoyed by remarks.
"Master Jacobi, are you fond of roast hare?" whispered Petrea, waggishly, to the Candidate. "Bravo, Petrea!" whispered her brother to her. "Cousin Louise, are you fond of cold meat?" asked the Landed-proprietor, as he handed Louise to the supper-table. "Should you like to be a landed-proprietor?" whispered Henrik to her as she left it.
Such was her speed that a bore was raised by her nose like that which a Dreadnought or an Atlantic liner raises on the sea. "Hold fast, all!" Captain Doane roared. Every man braced himself for the shock. Henrik Gjertsen, the sailor at the wheel, spread his legs, crouched down, and stiffened his shoulders and arms to hand-grips on opposite spokes of the wheel.
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