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Updated: May 9, 2025
"But how when it is yourself don't you know?" "No that's the strange thing about it. I don't know." There was a pause. "I won't ask you if you don't like it," she said, after a while. "But if I were sad, and had a friend, I should want to." "And make your friend sad too by telling things no friend could understand?" "Perhaps a friend might try." But Olof seemed not to have heard.
Drive to the devil, only let's get out of this," cries Olof. "Nay, nay, no call to give up now we're on the way." The driver swings out into the street again, and tries another entrance of the same sort farther on. Olof stood half-dazed, waiting. This time the knock was answered by a girl's voice, bright and pleasant. The driver and the girl exchanged whispers through the door. "Sober?
He grasped her roughly by the shoulders. "Keep away!" he cried, boiling with rage, and thrust her from him with such violence that she stumbled and sank down on a sofa. There she sat in the same position, struck helpless by the suddenness of the blow. Then she rose and, flushing slightly, walked resolutely up to him again. "Olof, what does all this mean?" she asked.
For a long while they sat thus. At last the woman raised her head, and looked with tear-stained eyes into his. "Olof, do not be harsh with me. I had to come had to ease my heart of all that has weighed it down these years past. I have suffered so. And when I see you now, I understand you must have your own sorrows to bear. Forgive me all the cruel things I said.
"Why not," he said at last, "if it is something that could only add needlessly to the other's burden?" "Then more than ever," answered Kyllikki warmly. She hurried into the next room and returned with a coverlet. "You are tired out, Olof lie down and rest." With tender firmness she forced him to lie down, and spread it over him.
You have seen yourself, and felt, how it changes everything." "Oh, have I not! How could I help it?" "How sad faces learn to smile, and eyes to speak, and how we learn a new tongue altogether. Even the voice is changed, to a silvery ring. All the world is changed, to something lovelier and we ourselves grow beautiful beyond words." "Yes, yes Olof, how wonderful of you!
"But with the one I loved to be mine all mine, for ever!" she answered, looking straight into his eyes. Olof started. It was as if something had come between them, something restless and ill-boding that broke the soft swell of the waves on which they drifted happily something, he knew not what, that made its presence felt.
"Well, how does it feel?" asked the trees, as he sat down, with his jacket slung over his shoulders, hastily eating the meal he had brought with him. "None so bad hope for the best," he answered. Again the axe flashed, the branches shivered, and the earth rang. "Bit crooked, that one," said Olof to himself; "but I can use it all the same do for a piece between the windows."
Child and man gazed at each other without a word or movement, as if each were seeking for some explanation. "I haven't seen you before," said the child at last. "Do you live a long way away?" Olof felt himself trembling. The child's first words had set his heart beating wildly. "But you mustn't stay here, dear," said the woman hastily, and led the boy away.
And at the sight, his heart throbbed so violently that he could not move a step; he stood there, looking out through the window at the horse and cart, at Kyllikki with her white kerchief, and at the bundle in her arms. Now they were at the gate. Olof ran out bareheaded, dashing down the path. "Welcome!" he shouted as he ran. "Olof!" Kyllikki's voice was soft as ever, and her eyes gleamed tenderly.
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