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Gjert began then, addressing himself to his mother, to support his assertion by a comparison of the height out of the water of the schooner's hull and of the corvette's, by assuring her that the vane at her mast-head had not reached higher than the man-of-war's mainyard, &c., but he was interrupted by his father "What song was that you were singing out there?"
It was dreadful weather yesterday, Salvé; so I was a little anxious," she continued, as she helped him off with his wet oilskin coverings. "I have done well, Elizabeth," he said, looking pleased. "On the galliot?" "Yes, and I had a little matter to arrange in Arendal, which kept me there till after midday." "You saw Gjert, then?" "I did." He looked a little impatiently towards the door.
As she was standing one day with Gjert on the quay, about to start for home, Fru Beck passed a little way off, leaning on her husband's arm, and looked back with an expression so sad, and with eyes that seemed to linger so longingly, as if she had something she wanted to say, or to confide, that they nodded involuntarily to one another.
"So now you may take your joiner's bench into the room again, Henrik; you can talk with Gjert in there that is to say, if he will condescend now to answer a common man like you tell him you will be a merchant captain, and earn as much as two such fellows in uniform. Mother and I can then enjoy a little peace from you here in the kitchen." When they were alone, Elizabeth asked
Elizabeth has been such a blessing to me; and Henrik is so quiet and good. Where is Gjert? Have you not brought him with you?" And her eyes wandered in search of the boy. "He is at home taking care of the house, aunt. How are you?" "Oh, thanks as you see. I think so often what will become of that boy; he is so wild, but with such a good nature, poor fellow!"
While Gjert packed up the things, his father went down to the strand and got the row-boat ready himself for him. When the boy started he stroked the child's cheek, but said a little bitterly, "Remember me to your mother now, and say that father is coming, as he promised, on Wednesday. Be careful, now, how you go. I have only given you the oars; I don't like to trust you with a sail in the boat."
"If he cannot trust us, we two must teach him mustn't we, Gjert?" Towards dinner-time Salvé and Nils Buvaagen were standing for a moment together by the ship's side. The storm had perceptibly lulled, but the weather was still dull and hazy, and the sea high.
"See, Gjert, that Henrik doesn't leave the quay." He left them then, and went rapidly up the street. Elizabeth was standing by the hearth expecting him; and something of a Sunday calm seemed to have come over her as she stood there.
"It's my opinion that Gjert is not too good for his father's station, and that we are not going to make interest with anybody to hoist him up into the company of his betters, as they call themselves." Gjert's previous animation had been very much heightened by the picture which such a glittering prospect presented to his fancy, and he cried now, without taking warning by his father's changed tone
Little Henrik had begun to shout to him gleefully while he was still some way off; but Gjert was quiet. He had seen enough to feel that there must be something serious the matter between his parents, and he was depressed. "Good morning, boys!" said their father, kindly; "how is your aunt?" "Better," replied Gjert.
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