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Updated: June 9, 2025
"You might have let him take the girl," said Katrina. "I'm afraid you'll fall with her!" "What, I let him have my child? What are you thinking of, woman! Didn't you see who he was?" "What harm would there have been in letting her ride with the superintendent of the ironworks?" Jan Anderson of Ruffluck stood stockstill.
Jan Anderson is a decent fellow, even if he did spoil that girl of his, and I can't bear to see him sit here day after day, week in and week out, waiting for a " He called the little girl of Ruffluck such a bad name that Jan would not repeat it even in his thoughts.
"Now you can have them for good and all," said Katrina. "There'll be no one to come and take them away from you, for Lars Gunnarson is dead." Katrina of Ruffluck Croft came into the kitchen at Lövdala Manor with some spun wool. Lady Liljecrona herself received the yarn, weighed it, paid for it, and commended the old woman for her excellent work.
But a week ago, when old Björn was nearing the end, he had come home. This was good news to Jan of Ruffluck. The Sunday before, when Katrina got back from church and told him that Björn was dying, he immediately asked whether the son had been sent for. But it seems he had not.
Still it might be possible that some great lady, who had been up to the Peak, to view the beautiful landscape had taken the wrong path back and strayed in the direction of Ruffluck. He quieted Katrina as well as he could. The child was safe enough, he assured her. Now that he had stood out there so long he wanted to wait another minute or so.
However, the son was so glad of an excuse to speak of some one other than Lars Gunnarson, that he asked with genuine concern what was wrong with Jan of Ruffluck. "Oh, he's just sick from pining for a daughter who went away about two years ago, and who never writes to him." "The girl who went wrong?" "So you knew about it, eh? But it isn't because of that he's grieving himself to death.
Jan did not stir, although Katrina whispered to him that Senator Carl Carlson of Storvik had just come in. The senator held in his hand a roll of papers and every one took for granted that he had been sent here by the new owner of Falla, to notify the Ruffluck folk of what must befall them, now that they could not meet Lars Gunnarson's claim.
Her name is Glory Goldie Sunnycastle that much I got out of her." "Glory Goldie Sunnycastle! But won't that name be a bit too dazzling?" was Katrina's only comment. Jan of Ruffluck was positively astonished at himself for having hit upon something so splendid as making the sun godmother to his child. He had indeed become a changed man from the moment the little girl was first laid in his arms!
For he had always been kind and good-natured and helpful, yet never before had he been honoured or fêted in the least degree for that. Engineer Boraeus on his daily stroll to the pier could not fail to notice the crowds that always gathered nowadays around the little old man from Ruffluck Croft.
When the little girl of Ruffluck Croft was to be taken to the parsonage, to be christened, that father of hers behaved so foolishly that Katrina and the godparents were quite put out with him. It was the wife of Eric of Falla who was to bear the child to the christening. She sat in the cart with the infant while Eric of Falla, himself, walked alongside the vehicle, and held the reins.
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