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That doesn't need legs, and he gets enough to live on very well." "It isn't pretty work. Nanna can teach you to braid straw as she did at home; that is easy and nice, and the baskets sell very well, she says. I shall speak to her about it, and you can try to-morrow when you come." "I will. Do you really think I can come, then?"
"O minister, I am so sorry that I left her! It was selfish and cruel. I wish now that I could cover her hands with kisses, and ask her pardon on my knees; but I find nothing but a grave." "Ah, David, it is death that forces us to see the selfishness that comes into our best affections. Self permitted you to give all you had to Nanna, but forbade you to give yourself.
Perhaps he was expecting some one. For a few moments Nanna stood undecidedly upon the threshold of the door. Her inclinations drew her towards the spring; but her modesty cautioned her to remain. Why had she so long postponed her usual walk on this particular occasion? She had not expected any one. Certainly not! At length, however, she seized her bonnet and hastened from the room.
She hardly slept that night, and she rose in the morning heavy-eyed and weary. Going out into the old garden behind the house she met Sora Nanna with a basket of clothes on her head, just starting to go up to the convent, followed by two of her women. "Signora," said the old woman, with her leathern smile, "you are consuming yourself because the husband is in Rome. You are doing wrong."
"There was more than guesswork to go on. Magnus Crawford took them out of the sea, and the child was much hurt, for it has never walked, nor yet spoken a word, and there are those who say it never will." "And what said my cousin Nanna?" "She held her peace both to men and women; but what she said to God on the matter he knows. It is none of thy business.
Hitherto, when her father had chatted to her of all that he had seen and experienced, Nanna had considered herself amply rewarded for her days of labor, but on this occasion, she not only went after the chair reluctantly, but also, when she as usual seated herself with her knitting work on her little bench at his side she sighed deeply.
As matters now stood, it was plainly evident that, however economical, industrious and thrifty she might be, Nanna would be compelled to be content with her lot, should she wed an honest mechanic or a sloop captain, which were the highest prizes which she, or any of the neighboring maidens, might expect to win.
"Did you refer to one of those?" inquired Nanna, her countenance assuming a deathly paleness, "O they are so beautiful." "Yes, perfectly angelic especially Miss Miss what is her name?" "You probably allude to Miss Charlotte." "Right, Miss Charlotte, whose hair is so black and beautiful." "O, no, that is Sophia!" exclaimed Nanna. "Well then, Miss Sophia, I prefer her."
All this being so, his mother, or even his sister, Betty, would at once have enquired, "Why don't you take your own Bible to church?" But somehow Nanna thought it best not to put this question, for a lie, shocking on any day, is more shocking than usual, or so she thought, if uttered on a Sunday. So, after a moment's hesitation, she replied: "Certainly, Master Timmy, if such is your wish.
Although Ragnar would have desired to have believed as Carl did, he did not think it proper to offer Nanna any further consolation, than by saying that since he had received a captaincy she was placed on a more equal footing with Gottlieb and that he would do everything in his power to render her happy. "I know you will, Ragnar," replied Nanna, "but only one thing can ever afford me happiness."
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