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The grandfather, meanwhile, moved about the gard, often looking upward and having a suspicion, at least, that the black spot on the "giant rock" was Marit and Oyvind. Now for the second time Marit's great dog was the cause of trouble. He saw a strange horse drive in to the Heidegards, and believing himself to be only doing his duty, began to bark with all his might.
"Before a year's out," answered the old man calmly. "But you'll have to help." "I!" Aunt Marit shifted her chair backwards, gaping. "I, did you say? Ha-ha-ha! Just tell me, how many hundreds of thousands did he lose over that ditch or drain or whatever it was?" "He was six months behind time in finishing it, I know.
He rises, his heart throbs, the blood rushes to his head; then something breaks through the brushes close by him; but it is a large, shaggy dog, which, on seeing him, pauses on three legs without stirring. It is the dog from the Upper Heidegards, and close behind him another rustling is heard. The dog turns his head and wags his tail; now Marit appears.
"To carry out your own will, that is what you want; but you do not ask about mine." "And have you a will, you young sea-gull, you? Do you suppose you know what is for your good, you fool? I will give you a taste of the rod, I will, for all you are so big and tall. Listen now, Marit; let me talk kindly with you. You are not so bad at heart, but you have lost your senses. You must listen to me.
Oyvind stood at the foot, near the door, with Marit, looking on; they also clasped their hands, but they could not sing. This was the first day at school. Oyvind grew and became a clever boy; he was among the first scholars at school, and at home he was faithful in all his tasks.
"Yes, always," said she. Later they had to go forward to the school-master and read; a little boy was afterwards appointed to teach them to read, and then they were allowed to go and sit quietly down again. "I have a goat now myself," said Marit. "Have you?" "Yes, but it is not as pretty as yours." "Why do you never come up to the cliff again?" "Grandfather is afraid I might fall over."
"Ja!" blushing and looking somewhat astonished. "And Miss Marit is a very nice housekeeper." "Ja." "And Miss Marit makes splendid coffee, and thoroughly understands how to cook a beefsteak." "Ja!" "And Miss Marit would make a most excellent wife for any young gentleman who could succeed in winning her affections!" "Nei!" said the young lady, blushing again, and looking more astonished than ever.
Those whom Marit liked well she invited into a small chamber, where her grandfather sat smoking his pipe, and her grandmother was walking about. The old people offered them something to drink and spoke kindly to them. Oyvind was not among those invited in, and this seemed to him rather strange.
A good wholesome meal is spread before you in the genuine backwoods style, and you may eat as much as you please, which is a rare luxury to one who has been stinted and starved at the hotels on the Continent. I remember, at one station beyond the Dovre Fjeld, Bennett's Hand-book says, "Few rooms, but food supplied in first-rate style when Miss Marit is at home.
God prosper your grace with long life, and increase of honour." Oxford Collection, II. 353. Clarke, Progr. of Marit. Disc. I. App 1. Oxford Collection, I. viii. Epitome of the Ancient and Modern Discoveries of the World, chiefly by means of Navigation, from the Flood to the close of the Fifteenth Century.
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