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Updated: May 10, 2025
Katrina had to do all the talking, as Jan would not say anything; he only sat and looked at Glory Goldie looked and waited. To his mind this affair was just something that had been planned for her special benefit, that she might prove her worth. "When you take the hut away from the poor man he's done for," wailed Katrina. "I don't want to take the hut," said Lars Gunnarson, on the defensive.
He and my old master and five other knights of the eastern coast had been heavily oppressed by the Lord of Trelde, Lars Trolle, who owned many ships, and, though no better than a pirate, claimed a right of levying tribute along the shore that faces Funen, upon pretence of protecting it.
Besides the horses, harness, and equipment, there was a large carriage, a brougham, a Goddard phæton, a runabout, and a cart. I exchanged the brougham and the Goddard for a station wagon and a park phæton, as more suitable for country use. The barn equipment was all sent in one caravan, Thompson and Zeb coming into town to help Lars drive out.
"How was mother getting on?" asked Ditte then. She was sorry for him, and purposely used the word "mother" to please him. For a few moments his features worked curiously. Then he buried his face in his hands. At first, Lars Peter told them nothing of his visit to the Capital. But Ditte was old enough to read between the lines, and drew her own conclusions.
As the night darkened and the clamor of the conflicting elements grew more sustained and violent, a sudden sweet sound floated softly through the turbulent air the slow, measured tolling of a bell. To and fro, to and fro, the silvery chime swung with mild distinctness it was the vesper-bell ringing in the Monastery of Lars far up among the crags crowning the ravine.
Lars came in one evening and took me aside; he had come to say he forbade me to show myself on his place again. His manner was comically threatening. Now, I had not been there more than a few times with washing maybe half a dozen times in all; he had been out, but Emma and I had talked a bit of old things and new.
On Sunday morning she would cut large plates of bread-and-butter, to make it easier for her in the afternoon. As soon as the guests arrived, they would have coffee, bread-and-butter and home-made cakes. Then the children would play "Touch," or "Bobbies and Thieves." Lars Peter allowed them to run all over the place, and there would be wild hunting in and outside the Crow's Nest.
So as Lars' wife could tell her nothing, she had to go for information out in the parish, where she obtained it, and of course was instantly of her husband's opinion, thinking Lars incomprehensible, not to say bad. But when she let her husband perceive this, she felt that, notwithstanding what had occurred, no friendship was broken between them; on the contrary, that he liked Lars very much.
"She ought to be in entirely different surroundings," said he, "a place where she can get new school-fellows. Perhaps she has too much responsibility at home for a child of her age. You ought to send her away." To Lars Peter this was like a bomb-shell. He had a great respect for the schoolmaster he had passed examinations and things but how was he to manage without his clever little housekeeper?
"You understand, Jan, that all I want to know is whether Lars can accept the stick and cap with the same right as Eric. You must know, as you were with him that time in the forest. It would be well for me," she added, as Jan did not speak, "if I could give them to Lars. I believe there would be less friction afterward between the young folks and me."
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