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We said but Goddag and Farvel, for all that I'd known her from she was a toddling child all that time I was here at Sellanraa by reason of you being away and learning knowledge at the Institute...." "There's Rebecca crying," said Inger, breaking in on Oline. But she gave her a handful of wool.
Farvel, Farvel." "See you drive as nicely as you did yesterday," says Froken, with a nod to me as well. And we drove off. The day was raw and chilly, and I saw at once that Fruen was not warm enough with her rug. We drive on for hour after hour; the horses know they are on the way home, and trot without asking. My bare hands stiffen about the reins.
Then, pushing the boat out into the water, they jump in while it floats sea-boots getting wet in the process and wave farewell to their children on the shore, who cry in return "Farvel Fa'er!"
William Eleroy Curtis tells of seeing the funeral of one of these Norway farmers: "His house was trimmed with green boughs and festooned with ropes of flowers and ground pine. The word farvel, "farewell," was worked in green over the front door.
FARMER. You must. MYSELF. Then I must be going, for the night is coming down. Farewell! FARMER. Farvel, Saxon gentleman! IT was dusk by the time I had regained the high-road by the village of the Rhyd Fendigaid. As I was yet eight miles from Tregaron, the place where I intended to pass the night, I put on my best pace.
I live in Madame Sontoom's house." "I will come," said Hans, whose face beamed with good-humour. "Good; I shall expect you. Farewell." "Farvel," replied Hans. Fred sauntered down the hill that morning with a very peculiar smile on his countenance.
"If only you'd lend us just one of those bottles now," she says, "'twould be a real kindness, that it would. With the two lads sitting there and all." "Farvel," said I shortly, and would hear no more. I had my sack over my shoulder, and the sewing-machine in one hand; it was a heavy load, and the muddy road made things no easier. But for all that I walked with a light heart.
"I am sorry my father is not in," she said. "But I will tell him you were here." I made no answer to this. I stepped forward, took her hand once more, and said: "Farvel, Edwarda." "Farvel," she answered. I opened the door as if to go. Already she was sitting with the book in her hand, reading actually reading and turning the page.
When Falkenberg had finished and came out, he was grown so elegant in his manners all at once, and talked in such a delicate fashion, I could hardly understand him. The daughter of the house came out with him. We were to pass on without delay, he said, to the farm adjacent; there was a piano there which needed some slight attention. And so "Farvel, Froken, Farvel."
I get out Gunhild's boat and go off fishing, so as not to be there when he leaves. I catch no fish, and it is cold sitting in the boat; I look at my watch again and again. At last, about seven o'clock: he must be gone by now, I say to myself, and I row home. Grindhusen has got over to the mainland, and calls across to me from there: "Farvel!"
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