"And a good thing too!" replied Knutty recklessly, winking at Katharine.
"Tante's head is turned by the unexpected honour of being chosen as god-mother to a Norwegian cow," Clifford said. "We must bear with her."
Knutty laughed. She was always glad when her Englishman teased her. She watched him as he went back into the hall and sat down near the doctor and clergyman.
"My Clifford begins to look younger again," she thought.
She watched him when Alan came and stood by him for a moment, and then went off with Jens.
"Yes," she thought, "it is all right with my icebergs now."
She glanced across to Katharine, who was doing her best to make friends with the women in the parlour.
"Dear one," she thought, "will you remember, I wonder, that I told you he will never be able to speak unless you help him?"
She watched her when Alan came in his shy way and sat down near her.
"Dear one," she thought, "the other iceberg is in love with you too, and I am not jealous. What a wonderful old woman I am! Or is it you who are wonderful, bringing love and happiness to us all? Ah, that's it!"