Had she fallen off? had she hurt herself?
He went up to her and asked:
"Is there anything wrong?"
She took a step towards him, spread out her arms and gave him a radiant look. Then she stopped, let her arms drop and answered:
"No, there's nothing wrong with me; I got off and let the mare go home by herself.... Johannes, you mustn't look at me like that. You were looking at me down by the pond. What do you want?"
He stammered:
"What do I want? I don't understand...."
"You're so broad there," she said, suddenly laying her hand on his. "You're so broad there, about the wrist. And then you're quite brown with the sun, brown as a berry...."
He moved his hand, trying to take hers. Then she picked up her habit and said:
"No, there was nothing the matter, you see. I only thought I'd go home on foot. Good-night."