Had she been able to bring the guitar with her this
evening she could have strummed a little for Axel when she came.
She manages so as to arrive late in the, evening; all is quiet
at Maaneland when she reaches there. See, Axel has already begun
haymaking, the grass is cut near the house, and some of the hay
already in. And then she reckons out that Oline, being old, will be
sleeping in the little room, and Axel lying out in the hayshed, just
as she herself had done. She goes to the door she knows so well,
breathless as a thief, and calls softly: "Axel!"
"What's that?" asks Axel all at once.
"Nay, 'tis only me," says Barbro, and steps in. "You couldn't house me
for the night?" she says.
Axel looks at her and is slow to think, and sits there in his
underclothes, looking at her. "So 'tis you," says he. "And where'll
you be going?"
"Why, depends first of all if you've need of help to the summer work,"
says she.
Axel thinks over that, and says: "Aren't you going to stay where you
were, then?"
"Nay; I've finished at the Lensmand's.
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