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But Signe's slim, graceful form, large blue eyes, clear, dimpled face, light silken hair, combined with a native grace and beauty, attracted not only the fisher boys but the "fine" Hr. Bogstad also. She was now spending a few days with her cousin Hansine in the mountains.
Signe had not been in the Temple since the day she was married, and now she had come to do some work for her family. Rachel met her in the outer room with a pleasant greeting. "I am Sister Bogstad," she said; "and what is your name?" "Bogstad, did you say why why, my name is Ames." "Yes, Bogstad," replied Rachel, noticing the sister's surprise. "We haven't met before, have we?" "No; I think not.
It had been handed her by the postmaster at Nordal that morning as she drove past, and was from Hr. Bogstad, who was in the North with a party of tourists. She opened it and read: "I wrote you a letter about a week ago, describing our trip up to that time. I hope you have received it. You know I have no eye for the beautiful, but I did the best I could.
Bogstad would help her up the steep places; besides, he could tell her the names of the ferns and flowers, and answer the thousand and one questions which she was always asking. So, of course, they had to go. But Signe was very quiet, and Henrik said but little. He had come to the conclusion that he truly loved this girl whose parents were among the poorest of his tenants.
"Why, Signe, don't be offended. I am not jesting." He stood before her in the path, and would have taken her hand, but she drew back. "Signe, I have thought a great deal of you for a long time. You know we have been boy and girl together. My absence at school has made no difference in me. I wish you could think a little of me, Signe." "Hr. Bogstad, I don't believe in deceiving anyone.
"Signe," said he, after supper, "I can guess pretty well why you came home so soon. I had a talk with Hr. Bogstad before he went to the saeter." The girl's heart beat rapidly, but she said nothing. "Did he speak to you about why did you run away from him, girl?" "Father, you know I don't like Hr. Bogstad. I don't know why; he is nice and all that, but I don't like him anyway."
"Signe, I wish you would let me do you a favor." She thought for a moment before she asked what it was. "Let me help you attend college. You know I am able to, besides besides, some day you may learn to think as much of me as I do of you, and then, dear Signe " Signe arose. "Hr. Bogstad," she said, "I wish you would not talk like that. If you do, I shall go back to Hansine."
Henrik Bogstad; and although it was considered a great honor to have the attentions of such a promising young man for, in fact, Henrik was quite exemplary in all things, and had a good name in the neighborhood still Signe Dahl did not care for him, and was uneasy in his company. She would rather sail with some of the fisher boys on the lake than be the object of envy by her companions.
Going to the department in which she worked, he asked the floor-walker where he could find Miss Bogstad. Then he saw her behind a counter, resting for a moment, unoccupied. Though she was an American, Henrik could see the Norwegian traits in his fair cousin. She was of the dark type, with round, rosy lips and cheeks, and heavy, brown hair.
"It's simply wicked of him," added Froken Selma Bogstad. "He is bringing the whole family into disrepute." The mother did not reply, but turned her face thoughtfully away from the angry daughter. "The boy is completely carried away with this American religion," continued the girl, pacing nervously back and forth in the room.
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