“‘You ought to be a little more god-fearing, little father,’ said the peasant, ‘otherwise it might happen that you might miss the kingdom of heaven.’”
“Well, he would gladly be god-fearing.”
“‘Then you must say grace after meals,’ said the peasant....”
“No, I won’t go on with the story,” said Mogens impatiently.
“Very well, then don’t,” said Camilla, and looked at him in surprise.
“I might as well say it at once,” continued Mogens, “I want to ask you something, but you mustn’t laugh at me.”
Camilla jumped down from the chair.
“Tell me—no, I want to tell you something myself—here is the table and there is the hedge, if you won’t be my bride, I’ll leap with the basket over the hedge and stay away. One!”
Camilla glanced furtively at him, and noticed that the smile had vanished from his face.
“Two!”