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"Don't you think, Miss Hartvig, that it would be better to pick the flowers just as we are starting, so that they may keep fresher?" "As you please," she answered, shortly. "Let's hope she'll forget all about it by that time," said Max Lintzow to himself, under his breath.
In spite of storms and sand-drifts, they had, in the course of time, reached something like the height of a man, and, turning their bare and gnarled stems to the north wind, like a bent back, they stretched forth their long, yearning arms towards the south. Rebecca's mother had planted some violets among them. "Oh, how fortunate!" cried the eldest Miss Hartvig; "here are violets! Oh, Mr.
Hartvig threw her cloak upon a chair and set about arranging things as best she could. But the young people, always with Mr. Lintzow at their head, seemed determined to make as much confusion as possible. Even the Pastor was infected by their merriment, and to Rebecca's unspeakable astonishment she saw her own father, in complicity with Mr. Lintzow, biding a big paper parcel under Mrs.
"Oh no, my dear Pastor, you're altogether too kind; it's out of the question for us to accept your kind invitation, and I must really beg you to excuse these young madcaps," said Mrs. Hartvig, half in despair when she saw her youngest son, who had been seated in the last carriage, already deep in a confidential chat with Ansgarius. "But I assure you, Mrs.
He was on the point of giving orders to drive on, when the Pastor appeared in the door-way, with a friendly bow. He knew Consul Hartvig by sight the leading man of the town. "If your party will make the best of things here, it will be a great pleasure to me; and I think I may say that, so far as the view goes "
Hartvig," he cried, "will you excuse me for a couple of minutes while I fetch a bouquet for Miss Frederica?" Rebecca heard rapid steps approaching; she thought it could be no one but he. "Ah, are you here, Miss Rebecca? I have come to gather some violets." She turned half away from him and began to pluck the flowers. "Are these flowers for me?" he asked, hesitatingly.
Every one was in the best possible humor. Consul Hartvig was delighted to find that their clerical host could join in a joke, and the Pastor himself was in higher spirits than he had been in for many a year. Rebecca at once rose and demanded leave to bring a basin of milk; and, paying no attention to Mrs. Hartvig's protests, she left the table.
When they had all found seats, Mrs. Hartvig cast a searching glance over the table. "Why why surely there's something wanting! I'm convinced I saw the house-keeper wrapping up a black grouse this morning. Frederica, my dear, don't you remember it?" "Excuse me, mother, you know that housekeeping is not at all in my department."
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