Authors, Swedish -- 19th century -- Biography; Lagerlöf, Selma, 1858-1940; Sweden -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
As the Lieutenant continued his stroll up Östra Hamngatan his hat was
pushed farther back on his head than usual. He flourished his cane as
he stepped along, proud of his adventure.
Fru Lagerlöf said in a low voice to Mamselle Lovisa: “I can’t tell you
how anxious I was; I thought we would surely be thrown out.”
“It would never have done for any one but Gustaf,” replied Mamselle
Lovisa, “but no one can resist him.”
VI
GRAY ISLAND
NOW the Mårbacka folk had no anxiety in providing for the table; they
had only to run out to the market and purchase whatever was needed.
They were not worrying about the cows not having good pasturage, nor
the oats not coming up; they lived amid barren cliffs and water, and
had forgotten there were such things in the world as fields and
meadows. Nor did they have to stand in a hot kitchen preparing fancy
dishes for far-come guests, nor worry their heads out of joint
wondering where they’d find sleeping-room and bedding enough for all.
If the animals sickened or the housekeeper and the maids fell to
quarrelling, they were blissfully unaware of it. They had freedom and
leisure for healthful amusements, with no cares or annoyances of any
sort.
Never had they led such an easy, comfortable life. Fru Lagerlöf, who
had come to Strömstad rather thin and worn, took on flesh and colour.
She soon looked and felt ten years younger. Mamselle Lovisa, who was
quite stout and logy, and so diffident she could hardly open her mouth
when among strangers, lost weight, grew better looking, and more
sociable. Johan and Anna made many friends among the little Strömstad
children. Johan was quite wild about crabbing, and Anna had become so
attached to two little girls, daughters of the confectioner, who were
continually treating her to sweets, they both declared they never
wanted to go home again.
As for the little sick girl, there had been no marked improvement; she
was apparently no better or stronger. But that did not seem to trouble
her. She had got her wish: Back-Kaisa and she were again inseparable
friends; she could order her about and was being petted and spoiled by
her just as in the first days of her illness.
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