Growth of the Soil Part 21
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"And all's well at home, everything all right?"
"Ay, thank you kindly."
"This is Leopoldine; she's stood the voyage much better than I did.
This is your papa, Leopoldine; come and shake hands nicely."
"H'm," said Isak, feeling very strange--ay, he was like a stranger with them all at once.
Said Inger: "If you find a sewing-machine down by the boat, it'll be mine. And there's a chest as well."
Off goes Isak, goes off more than willingly, after the chest; the men on board showed him which it was. The sewing-machine was another matter; Inger had to go down and find that herself. It was a handsome box, of curious shape, with a round cover over, and a handle to carry it by--a sewing-machine in these parts! Isak hoisted the chest and the sewing-machine on to his shoulders, and turned to his wife and child:
"I'll have these up in no time, and come back for her after."
"Come back for who?" asked Inger, with a smile. "Did you think she couldn't walk by herself, a big girl like that?"
They walked up to where Isak had left the horse and cart.
"New horse, you've got?" said Inger. "And what's that you've got--a cart with a seat in?"
"Tis but natural," said Isak. "What I was going to say: Wouldn't you care for a little bit of something to eat? I've brought things all ready."
"Wait till we get a bit on the way," said she. "Leopoldine, can you sit up by yourself?"
But her father won't have it; she might fall down under the wheels.
"You sit up with her and drive yourself."
So they drove off, Isak walking behind.
He looked at the two in the cart as he walked. There was Inger, all strangely dressed and strange and fine to look at, with no hare-lip now, but only a tiny scar on the upper lip. No hissing when she talked; she spoke all clearly, and that was the wonder of it all. A grey-and-red woollen wrap with a fringe looked grand on her dark hair.
She turned round in her seat on the cart, and called to him:
"It's a pity you didn't bring a skin rug with you; it'll be cold, I doubt, for the child towards night."
"She can have my jacket," said Isak. "And when we get up in the woods, I've left a rug there on the way."
"Oh, have you a rug up in the woods?"
"Ay. I wouldn't bring it down all the way, for if you didn't come today."
"H'm. What was it you said before--the boys are well and all?"
"Ay, thank you kindly."
"They'll be big lads now, I doubt?"
"Ay, that's true. They've just been planting potatoes."
"Oh!" said the mother, smiling, and shaking her head. "Can they plant potatoes already?"
"Why, Eleseus, he gives a hand with this, and little Sivert helps with that," said Isak proudly.
Little Leopoldine was asking for something to eat. Oh, the pretty little creature; a ladybird up on a cart! She talked with a sing in her voice, with a strange accent, as she had learned in Trondhjem.
Inger had to translate now and again. She had her brothers' features, the brown eyes and oval cheeks that all had got from their mother; ay, they were their mother's children, and well that they were so! Isak was something shy of his little girl, shy of her tiny shoes and long, thin, woollen stockings and short frock; when she had come to meet her strange papa she had curtseyed and offered him a tiny hand.
They got up into the woods and halted for a rest and a meal all round.
The horse had his fodder; Leopoldine ran about in the heather, eating as she went.
"You've not changed much," said Inger, looking at her husband.
Isak glanced aside, and said, "No, you think not? But you've grown so grand and all."
"Ha ha! Nay, I'm an old woman now," said she jestingly.
It was no use trying to hide the fact: Isak was not a bit sure of himself now. He could find no self-possession, but still kept aloof, shy, as if ashamed of himself. How old could his wife be now? She couldn't be less than thirty--that is to say, she couldn't be more, of course. And Isak, for all that he was eating already, must pull up a twig of heather and fall to biting that.
"What--are you eating heather?" cried Inger laughingly.
Isak threw down the twig, took a mouthful of food, and going over to the road, took the horse by its forelegs and heaved up its forepart till the animal stood on its hindlegs. Inger looked on with astonishment.
"What are you doing that for?" she asked.
"Oh, he's so playful," said Isak, and set the horse down again.
Now what _had_ he done that for? A sudden impulse to do just that thing; perhaps he had done it to hide his embarra.s.sment.
They started off again, and all three of them walked a bit of the way.
They came to a new farm.
"What's that there?" asked Inger.
"'Tis Brede's place, that he's bought."
"Brede?"
"Breidablik, he calls it. There's wide moorland, but the timber's poor."
They talked of the new place as they pa.s.sed on. Isak noticed that Brede's cart was still left out in the open.
The child was growing sleepy now, and Isak took her gently in his arms and carried her. They walked and walked. Leopoldine was soon fast asleep, and Inger said:
"We'll wrap her up in the rug, and she can lie down in the cart and sleep as long as she likes."
"'Twill shake her all to pieces," said Isak, and carries her on. They cross the moors and get into the woods again.
"_Ptro_!" says Inger, and the horse stops. She takes the child from Isak, gets him to s.h.i.+ft the chest and the sewing-machine, making a place for Leopoldine in the bottom of the cart. "Shaken? not a bit of it!"
Isak fixes things to rights, tucks his little daughter up in the rug, and lays his jacket folded under her head. Then off again.
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