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Why, you've got fever, man, and you're out of your head." Then Jan turned to the seine-maker. "Can't you see either that the firmament is sinking and sinking?" The latter did not give him any reply, but turned instead to Katrina, saying: "This is pretty serious. I think we'll have to try the remedy we talked of on the way. I may as well go down to Falla at once."
"Would that be anything to write about?" asked Katrina, weary of this senseless talk. "But suppose Glory Goldie stopped and helped the old lady up?" pursued the seine-maker, "and she was so thankful to the girl for helping her that she opened her purse and gave her all of ten rix-dollars wouldn't that be worth telling?" "Why certainly," said Katrina, "if it were true.
So saying, she went up to the seine-maker and emptied the contents of her basket on the ground, expecting of course that he would be pleased and would praise her, just as her father who was always pleased with everything she said or did had always done. But the seine maker took this attention with his usual calm indifference. "You keep what's yours," he said.
It would not be surprising, thought he, if Glory Goldie had turned to the old mistress of Falla and asked her to tell him and Katrina of the great thing that had come to her. For the old seine-maker had been taken down with rheumatic fever shortly after their interrupted conversation, and for weeks he had been too ill to see him. Now he was up and about again, but very feeble.
One evening, toward the close of autumn, Jan was on his way home from Falla, where he had been threshing all day. After his talk with the seine-maker his desire for work had come back to him. He felt now that he must do what he could to keep up so that the little girl on her return would not be subjected to the humiliation of finding her parents reduced to the condition of paupers.
Yet she could not help wondering how long it would be before Jan's intense yearning for Glory Goldie subsided. "Perhaps he'll be lying round like this till Christmas!" she thought. "Or possibly the whole winter?" And this might have been the case, too, had not the old seine-maker dropped in at Ruffluck one evening and been asked to stay for coffee.
"Well, Katrina dear," said Jan, "now we're having a real cosy evening. There's only one thing I wish for." "I wish for a hundred things!" sighed Katrina, "and if I could have them all I'd still be unsatisfied." "But I only wish the seine-maker, or somebody else who can read, would drop in and read us Glory Goldie's letter."
The seine-maker, like most persons whose thoughts are far away and who do not keep in touch with what happens immediately about them, was always taciturn. But when his coffee had been poured and he had emptied it into his saucer, to let it cool, it struck him that he ought to say something. "To-day there's bound to be a letter from Glory Goldie," he said. "I feel it in my bones."
He felt it was hardly fair to Katrina not to let her know what was taking place. But Katrina had gone to the seine-maker's party and was not back yet. If he only had the strength to drag himself thither! He would have liked to say a word of farewell to Ol' Bengtsa, too. He was very glad when he presently saw Katrina coming down the lane, accompanied by the seine-maker.
"To-day there was fish on the hooks!" shouted the little girl from the stile. "You don't tell me!" said the seine-maker. "But that was well." "I'll gladly give you all the fish I catch," she told him, "if I'm only allowed to do the fishing myself."
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