"If we only had a little girl who could get hold of him, then you should see that he would stay!" She looked up quickly, and her eyes followed the priest until he paused in front of her. "Eli Boeen? What"-- She colored and looked down again; but she made no reply. The priest, who had stood still, waiting, said finally, but this time in quite a low tone "What if we should arrange it so that they should meet oftener at the parsonage?" She glanced up at the priest to find out whether he was really in earnest. But she did not quite dare believe him. The priest had begun to walk up and down again, but now he paused. "See here, Margit! When it comes to the point, perhaps this was your whole errand here to-day, hey?" She bowed her head far down, she thrust two fingers into the folded handkerchief, and brought out a corner of it. "Well, yes, God help me; that was exactly what I wanted." The priest burst out laughing, and rubbed his hands. "Perhaps that was what you wanted the last time you were here, too?" She drew the corner of the handkerchief farther out; she stretched it and stretched it. "Since you ask me, yes, it was just that." "Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ah, Margit! Margit! We shall see what we can do; for, to tell the truth, my wife and daughter have for a long time had the same thoughts as you." "Is it possible?" She looked up, at once so happy and so bashful, that the priest had his own delight in her open, pretty face, in which the childlike expression had been preserved through all sorrow and anxiety. "Ah, well, Margit, you, whose love is so great, will, I have no doubt, obtain forgiveness, for love's sake, both from your God and from your son, for the wrong you have done. You have probably been punished enough already in the continual, wearing anxiety you have lived in; we shall, if God is willing, bring this to a speedy end, for, if He _wishes_ this, He will help us a little now." She drew a long sigh, which she repeated again and again; then she arose, gave her thanks, dropped a courtesy, and courtesied again at the door. But she was scarcely well outside before a change came over her. She cast upward a look beaming with gratitude, and she hurried more and more the farther she got away from people, and lightly as she tripped down toward Kampen that day, she had not done for many, many years. When she got so far on her way that she could see the thick smoke curling gayly up from the chimney, she blessed the house, the whole gard, the priest, and Arne,--and then remembered that they were going to have smoked beef for dinner,--her favorite dish! CHAPTER XIV.