"Yes. He's furious with the village here. He'd show them, he said."
"Ho!"
"And they'd find out one day, and be sorry they'd lost him, he said."
They reached the fringe of the wood, and came in sight of their home.
There were more buildings there than before, and all nicely painted.
Inger hardly knew the place again, and stopped dead.
"You—you don't say that's our place—all that?" she exclaimed.
Little Leopoldine woke at last and sat up, thoroughly rested now; they lifted her out and let her walk.
"Are we there now?" she asked.
"Yes. Isn't it a pretty place?"
There were small figures moving, over by the house; it was Eleseus and Sivert, keeping watch. Now they came running up. Inger was seized with a sudden cold—a dreadful cold in the head, with sniffing and coughing—even her eyes were all red and watering too. It always gives one a dreadful cold on board ship—makes one's eyes wet and all!
But when the boys came nearer they stopped running all of a sudden and stared. They had forgotten what their mother looked like, and little sister they had never seen. But father—they didn't know him at all till he came quite close. He had cut off his heavy beard.