"
"Let us return home quickly, that I may rejoice father and Nanna."
And Nanna and her father were as much rejoiced at the glad tidings as
was Magde herself.
A few days afterwards, Magde and her father were seated together in the
parlor consulting about the future.
"The Lord thus distributes joys and sorrows. One year ago our prospects
were much different."
"Have I forgotten that time? No! And if I should live a hundred years, I
would never forget the day you were taken from us to prison, nor the day
you were released by Mr. Gottlieb. This year Ragnar must send him the
balance still due him."
"We can repay him the money; but we can never reward him for his
kindness and love. He has not returned to Almvik, and perhaps it is for
the best, and as Nanna under any circumstance--"
The old man was suddenly interrupted by a shrill blast from the outside,
which blast was produced by some one blowing upon a blade of grass.
"Well, well," exclaimed Magde glancing through the window, and then
rushing to the door, "the old proverb is true, 'talk of--'"
"A certain gentleman and he is here," interrupted Gottlieb, entering the
door with his face beaming with his usual cheerfulness.
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