"I said we were to take it along."
Without anything further, the wife hastened up to the cart, and carried the bundle, the lunch-box, and other small things down to the boat. Then Baard arose, went up, and took the chest himself.
But behind the cart there came rushing along a girl in a straw hat, with floating hair; it was the priest's daughter.
"Eli! Eli!" she called, as she ran.
"Mathilde! Mathilde!" Eli answered, and ran toward her.
They met on the hill, put their arms about each other, and wept. Then Mathilde took up something she had set down on the grass: it was a bird-cage.
"You shall have Narrifas; yes, you shall. Mother wishes it, too. You shall, after all, have Narrifas,—indeed, you shall; and then you will think of me. And very often row—row—row over to me," and the tears of both flowed freely.
"Eli! Come, now, Eli! Do not stand there!" was heard from below.
"But I want to go along," said Mathilde. "I want to go and sleep with you to-night!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" and with arms twined about each other's necks they moved down toward the landing.