"Come out into the balcony, dear ones," she said, taking them by the hand as she would have taken two children. "And I'll inquire about your rooms and your food. You look like tired and hungry ghosts."
Katharine was bending over the balcony, looking down fixedly at those wonderful rivers, and with the sound and words of that sad song echoing in her ears and heart. Then she turned round and saw them both; saw the look of shy pleasure on the boy's face, and of gladness on the man's. The music died away, hushed by the gladness of her own heart.
"Velkommen!" she said, coming forward to greet them. "I've learnt that much Norwegian, you see!"
[CHAPTER VII.]
Knutty was overjoyed at the return of her icebergs, and it was pathetic to see how glad they were to be with her again. She thought that, on the whole, they were the better for their journey; but when she questioned Clifford, he told her that Alan had not cared to be with him.
"He is much happier since he has returned and is not alone with me," Clifford said.
"And you?" asked Knutty.
"I am much happier too, Knutty," he said thoughtfully.
And he looked in the direction of the foss, where Katharine had just gone with the Sorenskriver.
"Ah," said Knutty, "you are a strange pair, you and your boy."