"Magde," said the old man, casting a glance of affection upon the
vivacious Magdalena. "You had better read that letter again. Ragnar is a
son who has his heart in the right place."
"And a husband too!" added Magde, and a flush of joyful pride overspread
her blooming cheeks.
"Yes, and a brother also; read the letter once more, it will be none
the less pleasant to read it a third time when Nanna returns."
Magde, who had not refolded the letter, commenced reading again, and her
voice trembled with pride and emotion as she read as follows:--
"Beloved Magde:
"When you shall break the seal of this letter, I feel assured that
you will wish you possessed wings that you might be enabled to fly
to your loving husband. And as I think I see you approaching me
through the air, surrounded by our little angels,--may God protect
them,--the tears start to my eyes, tears which no man should be
ashamed to shed, and I feel an inward desire to hasten to meet you.
"But now, dear Magde, I must control my thoughts, and so direct
them to you, that they shall prove intelligible.
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