A Happy Boy eBook

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“Yes; of course you may say it.”

“I care a great deal for that love of mine.”

He stood aghast for a moment, recalling a hundred similar conversations with similar results, then he shook his head, turned his back, and walked away.

He picked a quarrel with the housemen, abused the girls, beat the large dog, and almost frightened the life out of a little hen that had strayed into the field; but to Marit he said nothing.

That evening Marit was so happy when she went up-stairs to bed, that she opened the window, lay in the window-frame, looked out and sang.  She had found a pretty little love-song, and it was that she sang.

     “Lovest thou but me,
      I will e’er love thee,
      All my days on earth, so fondly;
      Short were summer’s days,
      Now the flower decays,—­
      Comes again with spring, so kindly.

     “What you said last year
      Still rings in my ear,
      As I all alone am sitting,
      And your thoughts do try
      In my heart to fly,—­
      Picture life in sunshine flitting.

     “Litli—­litli—­loy,
      Well I hear the boy,
      Sighs behind the birches heaving. 
      I am in dismay,
      Thou must show the way,
      For the night her shroud is weaving.

     “Flomma, lomma, hys,
      Sang I of a kiss,
      No, thou surely art mistaken. 
      Didst thou hear it, say? 
      Cast the thought away;
      Look on me as one forsaken.

     “Oh, good-night! good-night! 
      Dreams of eyes so bright,
      Hold me now in soft embraces,
      But that wily word,
      Which thou thought’st unheard,
      Leaves in me of love no traces.

     “I my window close,
      But in sweet repose
      Songs from thee I hear returning;
      Calling me they smile,
      And my thoughts beguile,—­
      Must I e’er for thee be yearning?”

CHAPTER XII.

Several years have passed since the last scene.

It is well on in the autumn.  The school-master comes walking up to Nordistuen, opens the outer door, finds no one at home, opens another, finds no one at home; and thus he keeps on until he reaches the innermost room in the long building.  There Ole Nordistuen is sitting alone, by the side of his bed, his eyes fixed on his hands.

The school-master salutes him, and receives a greeting in return; he finds a stool, and seats himself in front of Ole.

“You have sent for me,” he says.

“I have.”

The school-master takes a fresh quid of tobacco, glances around the room, picks up a book that is lying on the bench, and turns over the leaves.

“What did you want of me?”

“I was just sitting here thinking it over.”

The school-master gives himself plenty of time, searches for his spectacles in order to read the title of the book, wipes them and puts them on.

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