And now it was that the little chief clerk from Storborg, Andresen,
came up to Sellanraa one Sunday, and Inger was not in the least
affected, far from it; she did not so much as go in herself to give
him a mug of milk, but sent Leopoldine in with it, by reason that
Jensine the maid was out. And Leopoldine could carry a mug of milk as
well as need be, and she gave it him and said, "Here you are," and
blushed, for all she was wearing her Sunday clothes and had nothing to
be ashamed of, anyway.
"Thanks, 'tis overkind of you," says Andresen. "Is your father at
home?" says he.
"Ay; he'll be about the place somewhere."
Andresen drank and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and looked at
the time. "Is it far up to the mines?" he asked.
"No, 'tis an hour's walk, or hardly that."
"I'm going up to look over them, d'you see, for him, Aronsen--I'm his
chief clerk."
"Ho!"
"You'll know me yourself, no doubt; I'm Aronsen's chief clerk. You've
been down buying things at our place before."
"Ay."
"And I remember you well enough," says Andresen.
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