"No, no," Eli answered quickly, and would go back.
"Arne's not at home, it's true," said Margit; "but there's sure to be somebody else about;" and Eli had now less objection to it.
"If only I shall not be too late," she said.
"Yes, if we stand here much longer talking about it, it may be too late, I dare say." And they went on. "Being brought up at the Clergyman's, you've read a great deal, I dare say?"
Yes, she had.
"It'll be of good use when you have a husband who knows less."
No; that, Eli thought she would never have.
"Well, no; p'r'aps, after all, it isn't the best thing; but still folks about here haven't much learning."
Eli asked if it was Kampen, she could see straight before her.
"No; that's Gransetren, the next place to the wood; when we come farther up you'll see Kampen. It's a pleasant place to live at, is Kampen, you may be sure; it seems a little out of the way, it's true; but that doesn't matter much, after all."