One evening there came visitors to the place, and as Petter was still poorly, and the other lad was only a youngster, I had to go and take out the horses. A lady got out of the carriage.
“Is any one at home?” she asked.
The sound of wheels had brought faces to the windows; lamps were lit in the rooms and passages. Fruen came out, calling:
“Is that you, Elisabeth? I'm so glad you've come.”
It was Frøken Elisabeth from the vicarage.
“Is he here?” she asked in surprise.
“Who?”
It was myself she meant. So she had recognized me....
Next day the two young ladies came out to us in the wood. At first I was afraid lest some rumour of a certain nightly ride on borrowed horses should have reached the vicarage, but calmed myself when nothing was said of it.
“The water-pipes are doing nicely,” said Frøken Elisabeth.