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Updated: May 1, 2025
One morning, when the children were having their recess, the schoolmaster and Gertrude went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, where Mother Stina served them with coffee. Before they had finished their cups a visitor arrived. The caller was a young peasant named Halvor Halvorsson, who had lately opened a shop in the village. He came from Tims Farm, and was familiarly known as Tims Halvor.
Halvor Halvorsson and two of his hired men went with him to open a way through the drifts, steadying the sledge whenever it was about to upset, and never leaving him till he was safe within his own dooryard. The parson was thinking how pleasant it was to renew old friendships, as he bade Halvor a hearty good-bye. Halvor stood feeling for something in his pocket.
Leaning against the hedge, looking straight at her, stood Halvor Halvorsson. She did not know just when he had come, but apparently he had been standing there a good while. "I thought I should find you over here," Halvor said. "Oh, did you?" "I remembered how in days gone by you used to step away, and come here to sit and brood." "I didn't have much to brood over at that time."
"This is Tims Halvor Halvorsson," said Ingmar, introducing the newcomer to Berger Sven Persson. Sven Persson did not rise, but greeted Halvor with a sweep of the hand, saying, somewhat facetiously: "It is a pleasure to meet so distinguished a personage." Ingmar noisily drew up a chair for Halvor, so that he was spared the embarrassment of replying.
But it had not yet reached Halvor Halvorsson; he was wrestling in anguished prayer, thinking God would not call him as He had called the others. "He sees that I love my fields and meadows more than His word," he said to himself. "I am unworthy." Karin then went up to Halvor and laid her hand upon his brow. "You must be still, Halvor, and listen in silence."
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