"Oh no, don't! but tell me, I hope you are not grieved with me?"
"Dear, how could you think so?"
"Good-bye then Ovind, and thank you for all the pleasant times we have had together!"
"Marit!"
"Yes, but now I must go, they will miss me.
"Marit,--Marit!"
"No, I daren't stay longer, Ovind; farewell!"
"Farewell!"
The rest of the evening he was, as it were, in a dream, answering absently when they spoke to him. They attributed this to the thought of his coming departure, which was quite a natural thing, and which certainly did occupy his attention at the moment when the schoolmaster took his leave, and slipped something into his hand, which he afterwards found to be a five dollar piece. Soon, however, it passed out of his mind, and he thought only of the words that had come down from the ridge and gone up again.