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"What can we do?" exclaimed Frolich, dolefully looking at the cream, which had reached such a point as that the stirring could not cease for a minute without risk of spoiling the cheese. Erica took the long wooden spoon from Frolich's hand, and bade her run and see where the bishop was going to land. The cream should not spoil while she was absent.
To Frolich's delight and surprise, she appeared too busy, or was rather, perhaps, too happy to lament this mischance, as she would formerly have done. Possibly she comforted herself with thinking, that if the demon had set its heart upon the cheese, it might have been beforehand with the Lapps.
"Then go and sleep, dear; I will fetch your comb, if you will just keep an eye on the cattle for the moment I am gone." As Erica combed Frolich's long fair hair, and admired its shine in the sunlight, and twisted it up behind, and curled it on each side, the weary girl leaned her head against her, and dropped asleep.
So Rolf proceeded to rouse Jan; and Erica stepped to Frolich's bedside, and waked her with a kiss. "Erica! No can it be?" said the active girl, up in a moment. "You look too happy to be Erica." "Erica never was so happy before, dear; that is the reason. You were right, Frolich bless your kind heart for it! Rolf was not dead. He is here."
One evening Frohlich lost patience. After some insulting retort, he tried to chase him from our table by striking him with a stick: the result was a fight in which Frolich's friends felt they must take part, though they all seemed to do so with some reluctance. A mad longing to join the fray also took possession of me.
She kissed Frolich's hand, which lay on her knee, in token of thanks, and then inquired whether any Gammel cheese was made yet. "No," said Frolich, inwardly sighing for news. "We have the whey, but not sweet cream enough till after this evening's milking; so you are just in time." Erica was glad, as she could not otherwise have been sure of the demon having his due.
Erica replied by showing that Jan was already gone to his loft over the shed, and begging leave to comb and curl Frolich's hair, and see her to rest at once. Stiorna was asleep; and Erica herself meant to watch the cattle this night.
What has she to disturb her, in comparison with you? and yet you do just what I ask you, and work at our business as if nothing was the matter. If you chose to cry all day on the two graves down there at home, nobody could think it unreasonable." Erica was washing the bowls and cheese-moulds in juniper-water at this moment; and her tears streamed down upon them at Frolich's kind words.
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