By and bye they had to go up to the schoolmaster to read, then a little boy was set to hear them, and they soon found a chance to slip back to their corner again.
"I've got a little goat now, too," said Marit.
"Have you?"
"Yes, but it's not so nice as yours."
"Why haven't you come up oftener to the ridge?"
"Grandfather was afraid lest I should fall down."
"But it isn't so high."
"Grandfather won't let me come though."
"My mother knows so many songs," said Ovind.
"Oh! so does grandfather."