CHAPTER II.
VISITORS
"Mother, mother, I hear the sound of wheels," cried the little girl, as she came hurrying into the house, panting for breath. The baby was such a big load it is a wonder she could hurry at all.
"Could you see what is coming?" asked her mother.
"Yes, there are two carriages, I know, for I saw a cariole, and I could hear another gig, although it was still out of sight round the bend of the road. They must be in a hurry, for I could hear the driver of the cariole clucking to his horse to make him go faster."
"IT WAS A SORT OF GIG WITH VERY LONG SHAFTS."
"Run right down to the rye-field, Mari, and tell your father to send Snorri up with the horses. Leave the baby with me."