Jerusalem

wn by the gate. First he had put up a scaffolding, then he had bent

at for?" asked

have them grow that way

o the yard and lay down in the grass to sleep. Ingmar Ingmarsson slept, too, but he was lying in a broad bed in t

e door and took the lids off the baskets, one of which was filled with rusks and buns, the other with newly baked loaves of spiced bread. The housewife at once went over to the

persons that go from place to place and know many people, was a ready talker. "

ugh to keep mum about most of the things I hear, the

re altogether too cl

up; the inference w

, "but I talked to the senator's wife at Berg

ator's wife!" And the emphasis given

ently; still the door stood ajar. He did not know whether it had sprung open or whether some one had

makes you think that Brita

aying that her parents made her take h

you don't have to beat about the bush. I guess I

such a way that I seemed to see Ingmar Ingmarsson standing there before my face and eyes, and he's no beauty! As I've always had a great respect for all the Ingmarssons, that thought had never before entered my mind. I couldn't help smiling a little. Then Brita gave me a look and said once more: 'Fine, indeed'' With that she turned on her heel and

oom could hear every

ut that trip to town to-morrow. Mother fancies I'm going after Brita, to

o you. I couldn't ask her just then how she liked it here, seeing the house was fu

, 'have you been up

ay before yeste

ds are full of berries; the bushes are thick with red whortleberries.' 'Dear me!' she said, her eyes growing big with surprise, 'are there whortleberries already?' 'Yes, indeed. Surely you can get off a day, just to go home and eat your fill of berries?' 'No, I hardly think I want to,' she said. 'My going home would make it all the harder to come back to this place.' 'I've always heard that the Ingmars are the be

re or at her home. 'We're thinking of having it here, where there is plenty of room.' 'Then see to it t

had a poor harvest, so I said it was not likely that they would have a weddi

og and had a talk with Brita's mother. 'They are certainly making a stupid blunder down at the Ingmar Farm,' I told her. 'We are

There was no reason for her being so upset at the sight of the arch: that is only one of those things a man does so that he

was sitting in the snow, resting. It was Brita. 'Are you all by yourself up here?' I asked. 'Yes, I'm out for a walk.' she said. I stood stockstill and stared at her; I couldn't imagine what she was doing

oming quite close to me, with the wildest look in her eyes, she shrieked: 'All they think about is how they can torture me, and I think only of how I can torture them in return.' 'No, no, Brita; they are good people.' 'All they care about is to bring shame upon me.' 'Have you said so to them?' 'I never speak to them. I only think and wonder how I'm going to get even with them. I'm thinking of setting fire

suffered so from the bad thoughts that came to her. I then walked home with her and, as we par

some one about this," said Kaisa. "But to whom? I felt k

Mother Martha suddenly interrupted the old woman: "I say, Kaisa, d

the old woman i

e not going to America, do yo

should

sure she would give

rse she

of the bed, his legs

that journey to-morrow," he said, pounding the edge of the bed with his fist. "How ca

, as if in thought he were knocking

begin all over again when things go wrong. No man that is a man can

is utter defeat, and he was d

if I couldn't make Bri

ast blow before getting

mar that sent old Kaisa here, in order