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Updated: June 28, 2025
But she answered as soberly as if she also were talking to a grown-up person: "Good day. Is this a young stranger out for a walk?" "Yes." "And what is the stranger's name, and where is she from? I see that I do not know her." "No, you could not be expected to. My mother and Jacob call me Lisbeth Longfrock, and I am from Peerout Castle. Mother sent me here with the woolen yarn she has spun for you.
One morning, a few weeks after the sad departure from Peerout Castle, Lisbeth Longfrock awoke early in the small sleeping room built under the great staircase at Hoel. She opened her eyes wide at the moment of waking, and tried to gather her thoughts together.
Then, as if to excuse herself, she added quickly, "Kjersti wanted me to." "What is your name?" "Lisbeth; and Jacob calls me Longfrock." "Where are you from?" "From Peerout." "Are you Jacob Peerout's sister? We went to school with him last winter." "Yes, I am." "What a nuisance that Jacob himself did not come! We haven't any use at all for young ones like you up here."
Thus had it come about that Lisbeth Longfrock, holding Crookhorn by a rope, stood outside the gate at Peerout Castle with Kjersti Hoel and Bearhunter; and then it was that she looked behind her and began to cry.
In the afternoon Lisbeth Longfrock again sat alone in the little room in the hall way. Bearhunter, who had now become blind, lay outside her door. Whenever he was not in the kitchen, where, as a rule, he kept to his own corner, he lay at Lisbeth's door, having chosen this place in preference to his old one on the flat stone in front of the house.
Jacob Jacob's-son Nordrum, Esq. P.S. Please answer. That evening Lisbeth Longfrock sat with her tongue thrust into one corner of her mouth, and wrote her response. HOEL'S SÆTER, 17th of this month. Good Brother: I will now write a few words to you, and thank you for your welcome letter which I have duly received. I am glad to see that you are in good health.
But the pail! Not a word did Kjersti say, even now, about the pail! She only added, kindly, "Come, and I will help you put on your things." She drew on Lisbeth's mittens, wrapped her up snugly in the two little shawls, and, in a trice, there stood Lisbeth Longfrock looking exactly as she did when she had come to Hoel that morning.
It cannot be said that any one, except perhaps Lisbeth Longfrock, sorrowed particularly over her; but Lisbeth could not help remembering that Crookhorn had given them milk for their coffee that winter up at Peerout Castle. At any rate, if not much sorrowed for, the queer, ambitious creature was held in honorable esteem after her death. Such horns as hers Ole had never seen.
Once in her room, Kjersti took a seat beside the table and asked Lisbeth to sit at the opposite side. Then said Kjersti: "You are now grown up, Lisbeth Longfrock, and hereafter you will be free to decide things for yourself. I have kept the last promise I made to your mother, and I can to-day say that it has been only a pleasure for me to do so.
Bliros gazed at her in astonishment. Such a silly goat! She had never seen such a silly goat. And with that she turned her head to the wall again and did not give Crookhorn another look. That evening Lisbeth Longfrock had so many things to tell her mother that she talked herself fast asleep! The next time Lisbeth Longfrock came to Hoel Farm, she did not come alone; and she came to stay!
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