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Updated: August 21, 2024
As the search-party crowded in among the women, and pushed all before them into the large warm room, M. Kollsen was seen standing on the stair-head, wrapped in the bear-skin coverlid. "Is the boy there?" he inquired. Oddo showed himself. "How much have you seen of Nipen, hey?" "Nobody ever had a better sight of it, sir. It was as plain as I see you now, and no further off."
"Ay! here it comes," observed M. Kollsen, folding his arms, as if for an argument. Encouraged by the bishop, Erica told the whole story of the last few months, from the night of Oddo's prank to that which found her at the feet of her friend, for she had cast herself down at the bishop's feet, sitting as she had done in her childhood, looking up in his face.
"Nonsense, it is a lie," said M. Kollsen. "Do not believe a word he says," advised the pastor, speaking to the listeners. "There is the folly of giving such an opportunity to a child of making himself important. If he had had his share of the cake, with the rest of us at table, he would have taken it quietly, and been thankful.
Do show M. Kollsen how pretty it looks on paper." M. Kollsen did not know much about such things; but he admired as much as he could. "That lily of the valley, see, is mamma's idea; and the barberry, answering to it, is mine. That tree in the middle is all Erica's work entirely; but the squirrel upon it, we never should have thought of.
M. Kollsen graciously accepted the gift, took up the coverlid and weighed it in his hand, in order to admire its lightness, compared with its handsome size; and then bent over the carvers, to see what work was under their hands. "A bell-collar, sir," said Hund, showing his piece of wood. "I am making a complete set for our cows, against they go to the mountain, come summer."
"Did you not see M. Kollsen in the boat with Hund?" she inquired. "No. Hund was quite alone, pulling with all his might down the fiord. The tide was with him, so that he shot along like a fish." "How do you know that it was Hund you saw?" "Don't I know our boat? And don't I know his pull? It is no more like Rolf's than Rolf's is like master's."
M. Kollsen whiffed away, however, quite unconscious of what everybody was thinking. "This waltz," said Peder, when the dancers had begun again, "does not seem to go easily. There is something amiss. I think it is in the music that the fault lies. My boy's clarionet goes well enough; no fear of Oddo's being out. Pray, sir, who plays the violin at this moment?"
I wish the good bishop would come: for I do not think M. Kollsen gives her any comfort. Look now! what can she have to say to Hund?" What Erica had to say to Hund was, "I believe some of the things you have told. I believe that you did not lay hands on Rolf." "Bless you!
It was papa who put that in our heads; and it is the most original thing in the whole pattern. Erica has worked it beautifully, to be sure." "I think we have said quite enough about it," observed Erica, smiling and blushing. "I hope M. Kollsen will accept it. The down is Rolfs present." Rolf rose, and made his bow, and said he had had pleasure in preparing his small offering.
Oddo, the herd-boy, came running to claim the office of carrying out Nipen's cake; and M. Kollsen, from his seat, declared that he could not countenance any superstitious observances, would not indeed permit any so gross as this in his presence.
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