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Oyvind took them. "Thank you!" said he, holding out his hand; hers was warm, and he dropped it at once as if it had burned him. "You have danced a good deal this evening," he murmured. "Yes, I have," she replied, "but you have not danced much," she added. "I have not," he rejoined. "Why did you not dance?" "Oh" "Oyvind!" "Yes." "Why did you sit looking at me so?" "Oh Marit!" "What!"
The school-master himself led the singing on the occasion, for the assistant chorister was ill. His voice was broken now, for he was old; but it seemed to Oyvind that it did the heart good to hear him.
"And when shall we meet again?" whispered she. "To-morrow, to-morrow!" he whispered in return. "Yes; to-morrow." "Good-by," and she ran on. "Marit!" She stopped. "Say, was it not strange that we met first on the cliff?" "Yes, it was." She ran on again. Oyvind gazed long after her. The dog ran on before her, barking; Marit followed, quieting him.
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.
Now the mother had put her head out of the kitchen door, for she had heard the dreadful noise, and at once knew what it meant; and laughing, she said, "That dog is roaming about there every day, so there is nothing remarkable in it." "Well, I must say it is a fierce dog." "It will behave better if I stroke it," thought Oyvind, and he did so. The dog stopped barking, but growled.
Does she care more for any one else than for you?" Oyvind was still silent, and the school-master, feeling slightly hurt, turned away from him. They retraced their steps. After they had walked a long distance, the school-master paused long enough for Oyvind to come up to his side. "I presume you are very anxious to be confirmed," said he. "Yes." "What do you think of doing afterwards?"
The school-master grew to be almost a supernatural being in his eyes, although he sat there so sociably, grumbling at the scholars. Not to know every lesson for him was impossible, and if Oyvind got a smile or a pat on his head after he had recited, he felt warm and happy for a whole day.
One afternoon later in the summer, as his mother and a girl were raking hay, while Oyvind and his father were carrying it in, there came a little barefooted and bareheaded boy, skipping down the hill-side and across the meadows to Oyvind, and gave him a note. "You run well, my boy," said Oyvind. "I am paid for it," answered the boy.
There the Lord was sitting, with a long beard, as in the Catechism, and the goat stood munching at the leaves of a shining tree; but Oyvind sat alone on the roof, and, could get no higher. Then something wet was thrust right against his ear, and he started up. "Ba-a-a-a!" he heard, and it was the goat that had returned to him. "What! have you come back again?"
Pladsen was cultivated from one end to the other, but it was so small that Oyvind called it "mother's toy-farm," for it was she, in particular, who saw to the farming. He had changed his clothes, his father had come in from the mill, white with meal, and had also dressed. They just stood talking about taking a short walk before supper, when the mother came in quite pale.
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