Grindhusen goes on harnessing up.
“Fruen said you were to make haste,” I said.
“All right, I'm coming. But these girths are the very devil.”
“Aren't you too tired to drive all that way again now?”
“No. You know well enough I can manage it all right. And she's given me good money, too. Extra.”
“Did she, though?”
“Ay, that she did. But she's a queer sort, is Fruen.”
Then said I: “I don't think you ought to go off again now.”
Grindhusen stopped short. “You think so? Well, now, I dare say you're right.”
Just then came Fruen's voice from outside—she had come right over to the stable door.