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Updated: September 13, 2025
"To think," he marvelled, "that we have come to the very last land on this side of the world! Suppose we were to sail still further west? What is it likely that we would come to? Does the ocean end in a wall of ice, or would we fall off the earth and go tumbling heels over head through the darkness ? By St. George, it makes one dizzy!" Helga's ideas were not much clearer.
It is only two English miles from here, and my daughter Helga's only enthusiasm is Rosendal. She will go with you, with Karl and Axel. Is the walk too far?" "No, certainly not," said Hardy; "do we go before breakfast or after?" "Helga, order breakfast earlier," said the Pastor. "Yes, father," said Frøken Helga; "but is it necessary for me to go to Rosendal, the boys can show Herr Hardy the way?"
"Mother!" he exclaimed, "I really cannot let you take up all Helga's time with discussions." "What we have discussed, John, is yourself," said his mother, "and I can wish for nothing better for you than Helga's golden truth and love. You can take her for a walk in the woods until lunch, but mind, John, to be back punctually at one."
"No, Herr Pastor; we must have Frøken Helga's opinion first. She it is that has so blamed the obstinacy of my conduct in thinking that Rosendal can be improved. Let her speak; but, first, Macdonald has more to say." Macdonald suggested several other changes, which, although small in themselves, yet in the aggregate made considerable alteration.
The influence her steady character had in the house was great, and on the Pastor's daughter, Frøken Helga's leaving an educational institution at Copenhagen, Kirstin's strict sense of duty created an impression that Frøken Helga never lost. She awoke to the fact of what her duty was that it was to her father and his home.
Her voice is excellent, and rings as clearly as a silver bell; but then the jingle of the piano is like the toothache." "We are all accustomed to it," said the Pastor; "but I only hear Helga's voice." So the piano appeared, and a man to tune it, and Frøken Helga played it. The tone was good, and the Pastor listened to the old Danish songs he had heard so many times with delight.
Alwin's excitement bore down her caution. "I have guessed the riddle of what my service is to be, or, to tell it truthfully, luck has guessed it for me, owl that I am! Here has it " But Helga's hand fell softly over his mouth. "Dumb as well as blind shall you be, till I have finished! Already I have stayed out long enough to excite suspicion.
'To your Habogi, replied he; 'and some day you shall have as much milk as you like, but we cannot stop now. Do you see that big grey one, with the silver bells between her horns? That is to be yours, and you can have her milked every morning the moment you wake. And Helga's eyes shone, and though she did not say anything, she thought that she would learn to milk the cow herself.
Gudrid's gentle eyes opened wide with wonder and alarm. "Not Helga the Fair of Trondhjem," she gasped, "who fled from Gilli to his kinsfolk in Greenland? Alas, my unfortunate child!" In the eagerness in which she clasped her hands, the wine-cup fell clanging from Helga's hold. "Is he dead?" she cried, imploringly. "Only tell me that, and I will serve you all the rest of my life! Is Gilli dead?"
"There will be much extra expense attached to that plan," replied the Pastor, "and, besides, it might get injured here." "Those considerations I am fully prepared for," said Hardy; "but if I may take the leaf from my mouth, as you Danes say, or speak plainly, your piano is worn out, and is spoiling Frøken Helga's ear and taste for music.
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