“See here, you two,—here—take this, but go—only go away.”
Guro’s manner and tone changed at once.
“Thanks and honor—thanks and honor—My, such a wonderful nice man! Now, truly, you can’t tell by the outside of folk how they are inside—such a wonderful nice man!”
Evidently he had given them money to make them go away.
“Now go,” Tobiesen repeated. “Go away at once.”
There! They were out of the door and he turned the key in its lock after them.
“Whew!” Tobiesen gave a long whistle of relief, but if he had known that we were in his grand parlor he’d have whistled louder yet! I had a little hope that he might go up-stairs again; but no, he went into a room just across the hall.
“Oh, Mina! How splendid that they have gone!”
“But I’m almost as afraid of Tobiesen as I am of Lars and Guro,” whispered Mina, looking up at me.
“Sh—just keep still. We must wait a little while.” We listened and listened; not a sound was to be heard in the whole house.