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He had taken a fancy to the work, no doubt; but he called it telegraph business this time must go up and look over the whole of the line. Meanwhile his wife and children at home looked after the farm, or left it to look after itself. Isak was sick and tired of Brede's visits, and went out of the room when he came; then Inger and Brede would sit talking heartily together.
But for all that there are hard times now and again in Brede's house; 'tis not all the family are as fat and flourishing as the dog. Still, Heaven be praised, Brede is not a man to take things much to heart. "Here's the children growing up day by day," says he, though, for that matter, there's always new little ones coming to take their place.
Was he trying to lessen her triumph once more? Heaven knows but his mind seemed to be working again. As they neared the house, he stopped, and said: "Looks like I'll never get there, after all." Brede hoists him up without a word, and carries him. So they go on like that, Oline all venom, Axel up full length on Brede's back.
They talked of the new place as they passed on. Isak noticed that Brede's cart was still left out in the open. The child was growing sleepy now, and Isak took her gently in his arms and carried her. They walked and walked. Leopoldine was soon fast asleep, and Inger said: "We'll wrap her up in the rug, and she can lie down in the cart and sleep as long as she likes."
Now what had he done that for? A sudden impulse to do just that thing; perhaps he had done it to hide his embarrassment. They started off again, and all three of them walked a bit of the way. They came to a new farm. "What's that there?" asked Inger. "'Tis Brede's place, that he's bought." "Brede?" "Breidablik, he calls it. There's wide moorland, but the timber's poor."
The Hoogencamp-Biggle-Tabb-Halkit contingent never stirred off Jacobus's veranda; but we both felt that the Bredes would not profane that sacred scene. We strolled slowly across the fields, passed through the little belt of woods and, as I heard Mrs. Brede's little cry of startled rapture, I motioned to Brede to look up. "By Jove!" he cried, "heavenly!"
Can you unless you are one of those people who frame that interesting document and hang it upon their drawing-room walls? Mr. Brede's voice arose, after an awful stillness of what seemed like five minutes, and was, probably, thirty seconds: "Mr. Jacobus, will you make out your bill at once, and let me pay it? I shall leave by the six o'clock train. And will you also send the wagon for my trunks?"
A steady summer rain falls, wetting her, but she does not heed it; other things are in her mind anxiety. Barbro it is, and no other Brede's girl, Barbro. Anxious, ay; not knowing how the venture will end; she has gone from service at the Lensmand's, and left the village. That is the matter.
He was such a kindly man that he would be loath to shake hands with me at the door of the inn, as he had still two or three days to stop, so I felt sure he would insist on accompanying me part of the way. I wished I could stop and see him off on his ship; but if we were to get inside of Brede's House unopposed, we had to act at once.
And when he came back in the evening to his little house, he would fling down a little sack of samples on the floor, and puff and blow after his day's work, as if no man could have toiled harder for his daily bread. He grew a few potatoes on sour, peaty soil, and cut the tufts of grass that grew by themselves on the ground about the house that was Brede's farming.
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