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"The poor lad has a good heart," thought Magde, as she concluded her labors in the yard; but she little imagined the true state of Carl's heart. Magde now entered the house to prepare breakfast. Her three children crowded around her, loudly testifying their admiration of the partridges and hares.
Gottlieb, however, changed the conversation, and commenced speaking of the death of poor Carl of which he had before been informed. During the next half hour, Gottlieb evinced the utmost impatience. He would walk to the window and gaze anxiously towards the lake, not observing that Magde and her father were exchanging significant glances and smiles behind his back.
"How will you dry yourself now?" inquired Carl in a tone of uneasiness and vexation. "O, easily, I will call on Mother Larsson and borrow a dress to wear while we visit our father, and my clothing will be dry by the time we return." Carl was silent. He was displeased because Magde had not called him to her assistance.
"In four days, at the furtherest, I shall return," said Magde, pausing upon the threshold of her father's cell, "and then, as I hope for Ragnar's continued love, I shall bring you good tidings." "Thank you, my dear Magde. Ragnar shall learn all that you have done for his old father.
"Then I am satisfied," said Magde, "and I am grateful to you, my good Carl, for the welcome present." "Good? Yes, can I really believe you, Magde?" "Yes, I so consider you, and therefore I am good to you." Carl commenced laughing, and assumed a crane-like position, as he balanced himself upon one leg. This was his usual custom when pleased. "Well, well, then you love poor Carl a little.
On any other occasion, Nanna would have been influenced not only by curiosity, but by a far purer feeling, namely, sympathy for Magde's sorrows, for she dearly loved her sister-in-law, and would have asked an explanation of matters which she at present was anxious to avoid. Magde was silent. Nanna stepped over the door sill.
"But tell me," said Gottlieb changing the subject to one less dangerous, "why did not your sister apply to the proprietor of Almvik." "O, she would never apply to him. She would rather allow things to take their own course." "Why so?" "I know not whether I dare tell you. Papa and Magde, consider me a mere child, yet I can understand that Mr.
"Beloved Magde: "When you shall break the seal of this letter, I feel assured that you will wish you possessed wings that you might be enabled to fly to your loving husband.
As Ragnar uttered his last question, Magde cast herself upon his breast, and gazed tenderly into his face. "O don't look at me too closely, to-morrow I will look better, after I am washed and dressed," said Ragnar, arranging his shirt bosom, and smoothing down his jacket collar.
Seated in a chair with her hand resting upon the cradle, Magde was now sleeping soundly. She had been called, probably, while she was engaged in assorting her little treasures, to attend to the wants of her infant, and overcome by fatigue had unwillingly submitted to the power of that consoler of human grief, sleep.
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