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"If you go in that direction, we'll come to Great Peak," Jan told him; "and we must get to the woods beyond Loby." "Yes, I know," returned Lars, "but farther up there's a crossroad where it's better driving." "What road might that be? I've never seen it." "Wait, and I'll show you," said Lars, determined to continue up the mountain.

By and by they came out on a wooded hill above Loby. From there they went down to the scale-pan, where country-road and town-road cross. They did not go to Nästa or to Nysta, and never even glanced toward Där Fram and Valln, but went farther and farther into the village. No one could have told just where they were bound for.

Along toward Christmas time Glory Goldie received word that her mother lay at the point of death. Then at last she tore herself away from the pier. She went home on foot, this being the best way to get to the Ashdales taking the old familiar road across Loby, then on through the big forest and over Snipa Ridge.

In the wooded heights above Loby there was still a short stretch of an old country road where in bygone days all teams had to pass, but which was now condemned because it led up and down the worst hills and rocky slopes instead of having the sense to go round them.

Surely they could not be thinking of calling upon the Hindricksons, here in Loby? To be sure Björn Hindrickson's wife was a half-sister of Jan's mother, so that Jan was actually related to the richest people in the parish, and he had a right to call Hindrickson and his wife uncle and aunt. But heretofore he had never claimed kinship with these people.

During the drive to Loby he could not help thinking of the time when he and Glory Goldie had called upon their rich relatives. This time, however, it was all so different! Who was great and respected now? and who was conferring an honour upon his kinsfolk by seeking them out?

Anyway, she looked more amiable and serene than she had appeared in a long while. "You're an old simpleton," she told him. "I wonder what other women would say if they had a husband like you? But still it's a comfort to know that you don't want to go away from me." Jan Anderson of Ruffluck was not invited to the funeral of Björn Hindrickson of Loby.