"Yes, I will do so."
"Poor Arne! God bless you!"
"I think it is best for us to go home."
"Yes, we will go home."
"Why are you looking round so, mother?"
"Your father lay in this barn, and wept."
"Father?" said Arne, and grew very pale.
"Poor Nils! It was the day you were christened. Why are you looking round, Arne?"