Part 13 (1/2)
”Well, I must say it is a fierce dog.”
”It will behave better if I stroke it,” thought Oyvind, and he did so.
The dog stopped barking, but growled. The father walked away as though he knew nothing, and the two on the cliff were saved from discovery.
”It was all right this time,” said Marit, as they drew near to each other again.
”Do you expect it to be worse hereafter?”
”I know one who will keep a close watch on us--that I do.”
”Your grandfather?”
”Yes, indeed.”
”But he shall do us no harm.”
”Not the least.”
”And you promise that?”
”Yes, I promise it, Oyvind.”
”How beautiful you are, Marit!”
”So the fox said to the raven and got the cheese.”
”I mean to have the cheese, too, I can a.s.sure you.”
”You shall not have it.”
”But I will take it.”
She turned her head, but he did not take it.
”I can tell you one thing, Oyvind, though.” She looked up sideways as she spoke.
”Well?”
”How homely you have grown!”
”Ah! you are going to give me the cheese, anyway; are you?”
”No, I am not,” and she turned away again.
”Now I must go, Oyvind.”
”I will go with you.”