“Oh, so! that is different,” said ’Lizebeth quite mildly, for she had also been wondering what kind of people her old friend had taken into her home, and now, perhaps, she could learn something about them through Sally.

“I can help you, Sally,” she said.  “You go to Marianne and tell her that I send my greetings, and I have long since intended to come and see her, but the likes of us cannot get away when we want to; we never know what may happen if we are out of the house for five minutes; but tell her that I will surely come some fine Sunday.  Now then go, and give my message.”

Sally ran with a joyous heart, first through the garden, then away over the meadow and down the hill as far as the fir wood, where the dry road lay for a long stretch in the shade.  Here Sally slackened her pace a little.  It was so beautiful to walk along in shade of the trees, where above in their tops the wind rustled so delightfully and all the birds sang in confusion.  She also had to consider how she would arrange her calls, whether she would go first to Kaetheli or to Marianne; but this time old Marianne had a stronger attraction than Kaetheli and Sally felt that she must go there first and give her message.  Now her thoughts fell on the strange people and she had to imagine how they looked and what she was going to say, and what they would say when she knocked and asked for Marianne.  Thus she thought everything well out, for Sally had a great power of imagining things.

In this way she came to the first houses of Middle Lot.  She turned away from the road and went toward Marianne’s house, which stood a little way from the road and lay almost hidden behind a hedge.  As Sally had been accustomed to do, she now ran right into the house, although the house door was also the kitchen door.  After entering the front door she stood in the small kitchen and was at once before another door which led into the living-room.  This door stood wide open and Sally found herself suddenly in the presence of a lady dressed in black, who sat in that room sewing and who lifted her head at Sally’s noisy entrance, and with large sad eyes she looked at the child in silence.

Sally grew as red as fire and in her embarrassment remained standing near the door like one rooted to the floor.

Now the lady held out her hand and said in a friendly tone, “Come here, dear child, what brings you to me?”

Sally was quite confused.  She did not remember why she had come, for she had really not come to see Marianne.  She had invented that—­to get into the house where she had arrived now so unexpectedly.  She approached the lady and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.  Sally grew crimson and stood there more helpless than ever before in her life.

The lady took the child’s hand and stroked her glowing cheeks.

“Come, sit down beside me, dear child,” she then said, with a voice so sweet that it went deep into Sally’s heart.  “Come, we shall come gradually to know each other a little.”