On his return home that evening he remarked:—­“Father need not fear.  He can live in his prison rolling in riches; a gentleman met him on the other shore and loaned him ten dollars.”

How Magde and Nanna blessed the kind hearted gentleman; but their joy was but momentary.  What should they do now?  How should they provide for themselves in this unexpected trouble.  Their poor neighbors like themselves, were moneyless, and their wealthy neighbors would undoubtedly require some security before they would loan them money.

Nanna often looked towards the spot in the meadow, so full of pleasant memories.  If her kind friend would only return.  He certainly, would be able to advise them how to act in their present strait.

Three days elapsed after the old man’s departure, and many were the plans formed by Magde, but the only apparently feasible one, was that which she would most unwillingly undertake to carry into effect.  She was perfectly convinced that the proprietor of Almvik would willingly assist her; but he would do it too willingly, for afterwards he would cause her to feel that she was in his debt.

“But,” thought she in a maze of doubt and fear, “what shall I do?  Is it better to remain as we are and allow the poor old man to languish in prison, or to go to Almvik, and thus receive the only boon our father wishes, liberty?  But what would Ragnar advise me to do.  He loves his father as he does the apple of his eye; but his wife he loves as he does his own heart—­And then if he should imagine that Mr. Fabian H——­ —­Oh! my God! what trouble would then arise!—­but again I shall not be able to assist the old man—­no, no, that will not do, I can hold out no longer.”

Magde had no person with whom to consult, for what advice could poor Carl give?  Nanna was a mere child, and Magde felt that she could not consult her upon such an intricate question.

She had conversed with the parson concerning her trouble, yet although he was not backward in giving her good advice, he nevertheless refused to assist her with his purse, for he was as miserly as he was wealthy.

The time had now arrived when Magde could no longer postpone the promised visit to her father, and all the members of the family wished to go upon this little pilgrimage.  Great were the preparations that were made to supply themselves with a sufficient quantity of provisions which they were to take to the old man.  Magde baked pan-cakes, and Nanna made pies, and if a smile did appear on Magde’s lips it was when they spoke of the pleasant surprise they were preparing for their father.

At length the moment for their departure arrived.  Even little Christine and the favorite dog Carlo, were to form a portion of the company, that they might be able to see their old friend.  The children leaped with joy.

They thought only of the pleasant trip over the swelling billows of the lake.  Magde finished lading the skiff; but her heart was overflowing with grief, for she had no glad tidings with which to gladden the heart of the old man.