“No, but I shall in April.”
“Do you think it will be nice?”
“No—the teacher is so strict. Oscar goes to school, but we shan’t be together, for he is being moved into the second form.”
“Is Oscar your friend?” asked Jenny.
“Yes; we live in the same house.”
After a short pause Jenny spoke again: “Aren’t you sorry there is no snow? You have got the hill by the bay where you can toboggan. Have you got a sled?”
“No, but I have snowshoes and ski.”
They had turned into another street. Jenny let go the boy’s hand and looked at the basket. It was so heavy, and Ausjen was so small—so she kept it, although she did not like to be seen with a poor little urchin in a good street. She would have like to take him to the confectioner’s, but thought it would be rather awkward if she met any one she knew there.
In the dark Voldgata she took his hand again and carried the basket to the house where he lived, giving him a coin as a parting gift.