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And then he tried it; yes, he could laugh, and so he laughed loud, still louder, and then it occurred to him that it was very amusing to be sitting laughing here all by himself, and he laughed again. But Hans, the comrade who had been sitting beside him, came out after him. "Good gracious, what are you laughing at?" he asked, pausing in front of the porch. At this Oyvind was silent.
Oyvind gazed at the cliff, the trees, the sea, and the sky, and he had never truly seen them before. The cat came out just then, and stretched itself out on the door-step, in the sunshine. "What does the cat say?" asked Oyvind, and pointed. The mother sang, "Evening sunshine softly is dying, On the door-step lazy puss is lying.
They long stood there gazing after him. The school-master had judged the boy correctly when he asked the priest to try whether Oyvind could bear to stand number one. During the three weeks which elapsed before the confirmation, he was with the boy every day. It is one thing for a young, tender soul to yield to an impression; what through faith it shall attain is another thing.
His mother stood by the hearth, not daring to say anything; she was smiling, but her hand was trembling. Evidently she was expecting good news, but did not wish to betray herself. "I merely had to come to gladden you with the news, that he answered every question put to him; and that the priest said, when Oyvind had left him, that he had never had a more apt scholar."
"Precisely yes; you should have the gard." "I should have the gard?" "Just so yes: then you could manage it." "But" "You will not?" "Why, of course, I will." "Yes, yes, yes, yes; then it is decided, as the hen said when she flew into the water." "But" Ole looks puzzled at the school-master. "Oyvind is asking, I suppose, whether he shall have Marit, to."
My eyes can endure no more at present, for they see well at a distance, but pain me and fill with tears when I look at small objects. In conclusion, I will advise you, Oyvind, to have your God with you in all your desires and undertakings, for it is written: "Better is an handful with quietness, than both the hands full with travail and vexation of spirit." Ecclesiastes, iv. 6.
"He must carry a heavy load, that man," and more was not required. "I think you are not very wise," whispered the father, although he was laughing himself. "Hem, hem!" said Ole, coughing on the hill. "He is getting his throat ready," whispered Thore. Oyvind fell on his knees in front of the haycock, buried his head in the hay, and laughed. His father also bowed down.
"To-morrow school begins again, and you are going with me up to the gard." Oyvind had heard that school was a place where many boys played together, and he had nothing against that. He was greatly pleased; he had often been to the gard, but not when there was school there, and he walked faster than his mother up the hill-side, so eager was he.
"There is a dance here," said the school-master; "shall we not go in?" "No." "Will you not take part in a dance, boy?" "No; not yet." "Not yet? When, then?" Oyvind did not answer. "What do you mean by yet?" As the youth did not answer, the school-master said, "Come, now, no such nonsense." "No, I will not go." He was very decided and at the same time agitated.
They wended their way up toward the Heidegards; a brisk conversation was kept up, but about nothing in particular; when they drew near the gards the school-master turned aside in the direction of one that lay in the centre, and when they had advanced a little farther, shouting and merriment met them. "What is going on here?" asked Oyvind.
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