The company seemed pleased. They nodded at each other.
Another man peeped in from the hall. Bedstemor strode masterfully into the room, and sat down near the little pocket edition of herself.
"That is another of my Ejnar's favourites," Gerda whispered, turning to Katharine again.
She paused for a moment, thinking. No one spoke.
Then she chose a Norwegian song—Aagot's mountain-song. This was it:
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"O'er the hills the sun now glides,
Shadows lengthen out;
Night will soon come back again,