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He seemed not to know what he was saying. Katrina did not think it necessary to respond; so replenished his cup without speaking. "Maybe the person she met was an old lady who had difficulty in walking," the seine-maker went on in the same offhand manner, "and maybe she stumbled and fell when Glory Goldie came along."
It's that I have to think of." "And I'm going down to Falla," said the seine-maker. "That's more important than anything else. Good-bye for the present." The old man hurried away while Katrina went in to prepare the bed; she was hardly inside the door when the rattling noise, which she and the seine-maker believed was caused by a common wagon, sounded as if it were almost upon them.
Jan did not want to ask him outright if he had received a letter from Glory Goldie. He thought he would attain his object more easily by approaching it in the indirect way the other had taken. So he said: "I've been thinking of what you told us about Glory Goldie the last time you were at our place." The seine-maker looked up from his work, puzzled.
"This is the sort of amusement one can afford to indulge in down here, in the Ashdales." "I have thought," continued Jan, emboldened by the encouragement, "that maybe the story didn't end with the old lady giving Glory Goldie the ten rix-dollars. Perhaps she also invited the girl to come to see her?" "Maybe she did," said the seine-maker. "Maybe she's so rich that she owns a whole stone house?"
It was some little time before he comprehended what Jan alluded to. "Why, that was just a little whimsey of mine," he returned presently. Then Jan went very close to the old man. "Anyhow it was something pleasant to listen to," he said. "You might have told us more, perhaps, if Katrina hadn't been so mistrustful?" "Oh, yes," replied the seine-maker.
Now she felt ashamed. Nor did Glory Goldie speak. A couple of fish lay floundering on the ground, but she did not take them up; when she had stood a while looking at them, she kicked them back into the water. All that day the little girl felt displeased with herself, without knowing why. For indeed it was not she who had done wrong. She could not get the seine-maker out of her thoughts.
But this is just something you're making up." "It is well, sometimes, to be able to indulge in little thought feasts," contended the seine-maker, "they are often more satisfying than the real ones." "You've tried both kinds," returned Katrina, "so you ought to know." The seine-maker went his way directly, and Katrina gave no further thought to his story.
"What kind of blessing might that be?" scouted Katrina. "When you've got to drudge as a servant, one day is as humdrum as another." The seine-maker bit off a corner of a sugar-lump and gulped his coffee. When he had finished an appalling stillness fell upon the room. "It might be that Glory Goldie met some person in the street," he blurted out, his half-dead eyes vacantly staring at space.
Those who sat there were persons of such little importance he did not even know them by name. "I wish to speak with Jan Anderson of Ruffluck," he said. "That's him over there," volunteered the seine-maker, pointing at the bed. "Is he sick?" inquired the senator. "Oh, no! Oh, no!" replied half a dozen at the same time. "And he isn't drunk, either," added Börje.
"Nor is he asleep," said the seine-maker. "He has walked so far to-day he's all tired out," said Katrina, thinking it best to explain the matter in that way. At the same time she bent down over her husband and tried to persuade him to rise. But Jan lay still. "Does he understand what I'm saying?" asked the senator. "Yes indeed," they all assured him.
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