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"It is not so little." "Some hundreds?" "Rather more." "Rather more? Oyvind, rather more! Lord help us, what a gard it will be!" He got up, laughing aloud. "I must go with you up to Marit," says Oyvind. "We can use the conveyance that is standing outside, then it will not take long." "Yes, at once! at once! Do you, too, want everything done with haste?" "Yes, with haste and wrong."
"Do not look fit?" cried his comrade; but before he could say more, Oyvind inquired, "Who is that in the blue broadcloth suit, dancing with Marit?" "That is Jon Hatlen, he who has been away so long at an agricultural school and is now to take the gard." At that moment Marit and Jon sat down. "Who is that boy with light hair sitting yonder by the fiddler, staring at me?" asked Jon.
And when Oyvind was once under way he burst into such a rapid stream of words that Marit had to laugh at him. "Yes, you see, this is the way it is when I am happy truly happy, you see; and as soon as it was settled between us two, it seemed as if there burst open a lock within me wide open, you see." She laughed. Presently she said, "I know almost by heart all the letters you sent me."
After that they lived together for a long, long time, and were very, very happy. Oeyvind and Marit Oeyvind was his name. A low, barren cliff overhung the house in which he was born; fir and birch looked down on the roof, and wild cherry strewed flowers over it. Upon this roof there walked about a little goat, which belonged to Oeyvind.
And you said it didn't matter for YOU WOULD. Yes, you took me most unfairly off my guard; but now look out for yourself." The next moment she flung her arms round his neck. But when he tried to kiss her, she pushed him away again. "No," she said, "you mustn't think I did it for that!" Soon they were walking arm-in-arm along the country road, on their way to Aunt Marit at Bruseth.
It's nearly finished. And the experts say it will be worth a million." "Ho! and you want to come over me with a tale like that?" The widow shifted her chair a little farther back. "You must help us to carry on through this year both of us. If you will stand security for thirty thousand, the bank . . ." Aunt Marit of Bruseth slapped her knees emphatically. "I'll do nothing of the sort!"
It soon became clear to him that he was the boy to accomplish this heroic deed; and it was equally plain to him that he must keep his purpose secret from all except Marit, as his mother would surely discourage him from engaging in so perilous an enterprise. First of all, he had to learn how to shoot; and his father, who was the best shot in the valley, was very willing to teach him.
The child sat up, still half asleep, and looked wonderingly at the two faces. What was it? "Make haste and get dressed," said Peer. "Fancy! You're going off with Uncle Carsten today, to see Aunt Marit at Bruseth. What do you say to that?" The little girl was wide awake in a moment, and hopped out of bed at once to begin dressing.
There sat Marit, who for far less exertion and knowledge had received both encouragement and reward; it was just in order to stand high in her eyes that he had striven, and now she smilingly won what he had labored with so much self-denial to attain. Her laughter and joking burned into his soul, the freedom with which she moved about pained him.
"Yes; it is he who has kept him at the agricultural school." "The school-master?" "The school-master." "Hearken now, Marit; I will have no more of this nonsense; you shall leave the parish. You only cause me sorrow and trouble; that was the way with your mother, too, only sorrow and trouble. I am an old man. I want to see you well provided for.
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