“Well, good luck to you. I have nothing to do in there and have farther to go.”
Sami thanked him for all his kindness, and gazed after his benefactor, until he disappeared behind the trees. Then he knocked on the door. A woman came out, looked in amazement first at the boy, then at his big bundle, and said rudely: “Where have you come from with all your household goods?”
Sami informed her where he had come from and that his grandmother was Mary Ann, and his father, Sami. Meanwhile three boys had come running up to them, placed themselves directly in front of him, and were looking at him from top to toe with wide-open eyes. This embarrassed Sami exceedingly.
“Bring your father out,” said the mother to one of her boys. Their father was sitting inside at the table, eating his breakfast.
“What’s the matter now?” he growled.
“There is someone here, who claims to be a relative of yours. He doesn’t know where he is going,” exclaimed his wife.
“He can come in to me, perhaps I can tell him, if I know,” replied the man, without moving.
“Well, go in,” directed the woman, giving Sami an assisting push. The boy went in and replied very timidly, where he had come from and to whom he had belonged. The peasant scratched his head.
“Make quick work of it,” said the woman impatiently, who had followed with her three boys.
“I think we have enough with the three of them, and there are people who might need such a boy.”