Faith in joy reposes.
Ole had seated himself, and hid his head in his hands.
"Let us talk together here," said the schoolmaster, and sat down by his side.
Down at the little farm, Ovind had just returned from a long journey, the chaise was still at the door, while the horses were resting.
Although Ovind had now a good salary as District Agriculturist, he still kept his little room, down at Pladsen, and assisted them in his spare time. Pladsen was now under good cultivation from one end to the other, but it was so small that Ovind called it "Mother's doll's play;" for it was chiefly she who managed the farm.
He had just dressed after his journey, and so had the father who had come home white from the mill, and they were speaking of going out a little before supper, when the mother came in looking quite pale:
"Do look out, pray see the strangers coming to the house!"
They both went to the window, and Ovind was the first to exclaim,--
"It is the schoolmaster, and,----yes, I do believe it is,----yes, it is him!"