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Strange, she found nothing ridiculous in the fact that she was mentioned in the will; after all, it was an honour of a sort; none of her likes were named there with her! The Sellanraa folk took the blow with patience; they were not altogether unprepared. True, Inger could not understand it Uncle Sivert that had always been so rich....
"That girl Barbro's filling out a deal of late Lord knows what it may mean. But not a word that I've said so! And here's Sivert back again? No need to ask what news, I suppose? Your Uncle Sivert's passed away? Ay, well, an old man he was and an aged one, on the brink of the grave. What not dead? Well, well, we've much to be thankful for, and that's a solemn word! Me talking nonsense, you say?
And then the party came back from church late on Sunday night. All had gone well, little Rebecca had slept the last few hours of the way up, and was lifted from the cart and carried indoors without waking. Sivert has heard a deal of news, but when his mother asks, "Well, what you've got to tell?" he only says: "Nay, nothing much. Axel he's got a mowing-machine and a harrow."
Work and sleep, loving and dreaming, he was like the first big ox, and that was a wonder to see, big and bright as a king. But there was no such May to the years now. No such thing. Isak was sorely despondent for some days. Dark days they were. He felt neither wish nor strength to start work on the fodder loft that could be left for Sivert to do some day.
Heaven bless us, he's falling away day by day." "Was he in bed, then?" "In bed? How can you talk so light and flighty of death before God's Judgment-seat? Nay, he'll neither hop nor run again in this world, will your Uncle Sivert." All this seemed to mean that Uncle Sivert had not long to live, and Inger insisted that little Sivert should set off at once.
They walk home together, Isak enjoying new admiration on false pretences; 'twas something he had not deserved, but it tasted but little different from the real thing. He lets it be understood that he has been looking out for a suitable door-slab for a long time, and had found it at last. And when Sivert came home, he could get him to help.
Axel, he's been going to ask you a many times before, but he couldn't, somehow. Oh, you'd be helping us no end!" "I'll help as well as I can," said Sivert. And that was settled. But now it was Eleseus' turn to be offended.
Eleseus had no idea what the fishery business might be worth, but he had seen the live stock; it consisted of one cow, partly red and partly white. Uncle Sivert must have been delirious.
Not be stern and strict and just with life, but be merciful to it, and take its part; only think of the gamblers life has to bear with!" Geissler recollects himself again, and says: "Well, all that's as it may be; leave it!" He is evidently tired, beginning to breathe in little gasps. "Going down?" says he. "Ay." "There's no hurry. You owe me a long walk over the hills, Sivert man, remember that?
You thinking of leaving us, then?" "Why, they'll be wanting me home some time, I doubt," says she. "Ptro!" says Sivert, stopping his horse. "Like me to drive back with you now, perhaps?" Jensine looks at him; he is pale as death. "No," says she. And a little after she begins to cry. Rebecca looks in surprise from one to the other.
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