"God be praised!" said the old farm-laborer, as he recognized my brother.
"For ever and ever."
After a slight pause my brother asked him if there was anything wrong?
"You needn't fear, it will be all right."
Thereupon we quietly sauntered along behind the hay-wagon.
My brother uncovered his head, and so proceeded on his way bareheaded; he said he was very warm. We walked silently for a distance until the old laborer came back to us.
"Not tired, Master Desi?" he asked; "you might take a seat on the cart."
"What are you thinking of, John?" said Lorand; "on this cart?"
"True; true, indeed," said the aged servant. Then he quietly crossed himself, and went forward to the oxen.
When we came near the village, old John again came toward us.