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Updated: May 9, 2025
During the examination Jan sat near the teacher's lectern, up among the School Commissioners and other fine folk. He had to sit there; otherwise he could not have seen anything of Glory Goldie but the back of her neck, as she sat in the front row, to the right of the lectern, where the smaller children were placed.
That the little girl would not get any better on that account he understood, to be sure, and if she must die anyhow, he would just be throwing it away. Katrina went to bed that evening at her usual hour, but Jan felt too troubled to sleep. Seated in his corner, he could see how Glory Goldie was suffering. That which she had under her was too rough and coarse.
"They are wet!" shouted Glory Goldie without waiting for the question to be put to her, for the time was up. The next second the little girl feared she had said something very stupid and spoiled the thing for them all. She sank down on the bench and hid her face under the desk, so that no one should see her. "Well answered, my girl!" said the soldier-teacher.
"You think that only because you've had to live in gloom and misery so many years," said Glory Goldie. "You'll feel differently once we're away from here. Anyhow, it isn't likely that father will come when he doesn't even know we've left the house." "Don't be too sure of that!" returned Katrina. "Jan has a way of knowing all that is necessary for him to know.
Besides, these little freight steamers that run in the autumn are never on time. No sooner had I said that than he laid his hand on my arm and asked me if I thought they would be harsh and cruel toward the Empress those who had carried her off." "Those who had carried me off!" repeated Glory Goldie in astonishment.
The evening before Glory Goldie of Ruffluck left for Stockholm Jan discovered no end of things that had to be attended to all at once. He had no sooner got home from his work than he must betake himself to the forest to gather firewood, whereupon he set about fixing a broken board in the gate that had been hanging loose a whole year.
Glory Goldie did not scream or try to run away. She had picked her apron full of apples and thought of nothing save to hold it up securely, so that none of the apples would roll out. "This youngster has been up in an apple tree," said Superintendent Söderlind, "and your orders were that if I caught any apple thieves I was to bring them to you."
For you see, going down to meet the boat every day that he might see her come ashore, was a pleasure he had been unable to deny himself. The boat had just put in and he had seen that Glory Goldie was not on board. He had supposed that she would be finished with everything now and could leave for home. But some new hindrance must have arisen to detain her, as had been the case all summer.
I'm Linnart, son of Björn Hindrickson," he added, seeing that she did not know who he was. "I'm terribly pressed for time now," Glory Goldie told him. "So perhaps you'd better wait till another day. I've just learned that my mother is dying." Linnart Hindrickson then asked if he might walk with her part of the way.
That merchant had come with greetings from her, but not a thing had he learned because the man had been driven away. Jan stood wringing his hands. He did not weep, but he ached all over worse than if he were ill. He felt certain in his own mind that Glory Goldie had wanted Prästberg to take a message from her brought by the merchant and convey it to her father.
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