"And, mother, we'll talk more together, we two."
"Yes, that we will; and then you'll read the sermon to me?"
"I will."
"Poor Arne; God bless you!"
"I think we both had better go home now."
"Yes, we'll both go home."
"You're looking all round, mother?"
"Yes; your father once lay weeping in this barn."
"Father?" asked Arne, growing deadly pale.
"Poor Nils! It was the day you were christened."