"It is mine," replied Rönnaug.
Betsy Roland came in and asked some question. Rönnaug went out with her, and when, directly afterward, she returned to the room, she went straight up to Magnhild, who still sat looking at the carriage. Rönnaug laid one arm about her neck.
"Will you go with me in this carriage through the country, Magnhild?" she asked, in English.
At the first contact Magnhild had become startled; she was conscious of Rönnaug's eyes, of her breath; and Rönnaug's arm encircled her like an iron bar, although there certainly was no pressure.
"Will you go with me through the country in this—in this carriage, Magnhild?" she heard once more, this time in a blending of the dialect of the parish and English, and the voice trembled.
"Yes," whispered Magnhild.
Rönnaug released her, went to the other window, and did not look round again.
"Is the carriage from America?"
"London."
"How much did you give for it?"