A very respectable house it was, plastered with cement. And now they could see the show-case on one side of the entrance, with the photos in. No dream, then, no misunderstanding. It was here they were to live.
“Lord, isn’t it fine!” cried Hedvig.
Anna sighed resignedly, even perhaps in relief.
Saw and plane stopped suddenly. The men wiped the cobwebs from the panes and looked out, their bare arms gleaming against their blue overalls.
Anna hurried in through the entrance, but stopped inside, and looked back at her husband inquiringly.
There was someone in there! She could feel it, and it made her ill at ease. She was ready to drop as it was, from weariness, and longed to hide herself between four walls, to get her breath in peace, and set about to make things comfortable for her husband, the children, and herself.
“What are you waiting for? Go along in—the door’s open.”
“But there’s someone ... I thought I....”
“Oh, that’ll be Vang, I suppose,” said Egholm, opening the door himself. “Hullo, Vang, here we are again. Nobody been, I suppose? No, no. Well, here’s my little party.”