Most respectfully,
Your always faithful friend,
Carsten Rönnow
Here was something better to think about than to talk with Ma about fox-traps and spring-guns.
There would not be any after-dinner nap to-day.
He rushed out into the yard with great force: another man must thresh in the barn; the manure must be drawn out; they must hurry!
He came in and seated himself on the sofa and lighted a lamplighter, but jumped up again while he held it to his pipe. He remembered that a message must be sent to the smith to mend the harrows and tools for spring.
There was no help for it, he must go down and tell the news to the sheriff himself.