Part 2 (1/2)

The lady took the child's hand and stroked her glowing cheeks.

”Come, sit down beside me, dear child,” she then said, with a voice so sweet that it went deep into Sally's heart. ”Come, we shall come gradually to know each other a little.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: _Now the lady held out her hand and said in a friendly tone, ”Come here, dear child.”..._]

Now there came from out of a corner a quick noise of moving; Sally did not know what it was, for until now she had not dared to look around the room, but now she looked up.

A boy, a little taller than she, was carrying a small easy chair and placed it before Sally. He looked at her with such a merry face as the restrained laughter came so visibly out of his eyes, that the sight brought a complete reversion in Sally's feelings, and she, all at once, laughed right out; upon which, the boy too, relieved his feelings by a bright peal of laughter, for the rus.h.i.+ng in and then the confusion of the unexpected guest had long since tempted him to laugh; but he was too well trained to dare to break out.

”Well, my child,” said the mother with that winning voice, ”and what has brought you to me?”

”I have--I ought to--I wanted,” Sally began hesitatingly, ”I wanted to give a message to Marianne--” Sally could not stop at half the truth.

The sad, friendly eyes of the lady were penetratingly resting on hers, so everything had to come out as it was.

”That is lovely and friendly of you, that you want to see us, dear little girl. How did you hear of us?” asked the lady, and took off Sally's straw hat, while she put the question to the child. She placed the hat on the table and smoothed her hair with a mother's touch.

Now Sally related all in full confidence how it had happened, and that she and her two brothers had wanted to come yesterday to find out who was coming to live with Marianne, and to find out how the piano and all the other things could find room in the little house. Sally now, for the first time, looked around the room and she had to wonder a little, for she saw only the piano and four bare walls, and then there were the two easy chairs on which she and the lady were sitting, and the small table.

She knew that besides this room there was a very small bedroom, where two beds could hardly find room. Sally could not set herself to rights; all was so different from what she had imagined. She had expected to see strange and foreign things standing about everywhere and now she saw nothing besides an old piano. And yet the lady who sat before her in a black silken dress looked more aristocratic than Sally could ever have imagined; and the boy in his velvet suit looked quite like the old knights in Edi's beautiful picture book, and he had brought her a seat without anyone telling him, and was more refined and courteous than she had ever before seen a boy.

When Sally turned her surprised eyes again to the lady, she saw such a painful expression in her face that it came involuntarily into her mind how the mother had said, that of course ”she would not go there for the sake of staring at the people,” and she felt that she was doing something very much like it. Sally rose. All at once she remembered to whom she really wanted to go, so she said hastily: ”I must go to Kaetheli; she may be sick.” With these words she quickly offered her hand to the lady.

The lady, too, had risen; she took the proffered hand, held it between both of hers, and looked once more so lovingly into the child's eyes, that her little heart was moved. Then she kissed her forehead and said: ”You dear child, you were a friendly picture in our quiet room.”

Then she let go of her hand, and Sally went through the open door into the small kitchen. The boy, meanwhile, had opened the house door and now he stood outside quite courteously, like a doorkeeper, to bid Sally good-bye.

”Are you not coming to school tomorrow?”

”Yes, indeed,” was the answer.

That pleased Sally very much and she at once decided that he must become Edi's friend, for she had taken a great liking to the boy and when he was Edi's friend then he would be hers too, and he must come every Sunday afternoon and spend it with them and they would teach him all kinds of games; and many undertakings pa.s.sed through her brain, for with this friend everything could be carried out; he was so entirely different from other boys and girls in the school. ”Then you are coming to-morrow?” she asked with happy expectation.

”Where shall I come?” he questioned in return.

”To school, of course.”

”Yes, indeed, I'll come to school.”

”Well, then, good-bye,” said Sally, giving her hand, ”but I do not know your name.”

”Erick--and yours?”

”Sally.”

Now they shook hands, and Erick remained standing in the doorway until Sally had turned round the hedge, then he shut the door and Sally ran toward the house of the Justice of Peace. Before she reached it, old Marianne met her, panting under the large bundle of horsehair which she was carrying on her head. Sally was delighted to see her, for she had just remembered that she had not given 'Lizebeth's message. She rushed so quickly toward the old woman and with such force, that the latter went back some steps and almost lost her balance, and Sally cried out: ”Marianne, you have such nice people in your rooms. Do you talk much with them? Do you cook for them? Do you buy the things they need? Have they no maid? Do you make their beds?”

”Gently, gently,” said Marianne, who had recovered her balance, ”else I lose my breath. But tell me, how did you get into the people's room? I hope you know how I am to be found.”

Sally told her that she, for the shorter way, had not gone round the house, where, in the woodshed, a narrow stair went up to Marianne's small room; but that she had wanted to run in the front way, through the kitchen, and out the back door; but that she had stood suddenly before the open door of the room and under the eyes of the lady.

”You must never do that again,” Marianne interrupted Sally, raising her finger warningly. ”Do you hear that, Sally? Never do that again. They are not people into whose home you can rush, as if they were living on the highway.”