Bildungsromans; Norway -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
outside the sewing school and go home with me to the door, and if I am
out anywhere else, you must wait in the street till I come. And when
you go away, you must write to me, and buy things to send me. To be
sure: we must exchange rings, with your name in one and mine in the
other, and then the year and the day; but I have no money, so you must
buy them both."--"Yes, I'll do that; but--" "Now, what about 'but'
again?"--"Good heavens! I only meant I must have the measure of your
finger."--"Yes, that you shall have directly;" and she picked up a
straw and bit off the measure: "Now don't lose it!" He wrapped it
in paper, and put it in his pocket book; she watched him till the
pocket book was hidden again. "Let us go now, I'm tired of standing
here."--"But, I must say I think it rather flat, Petra!"--"Very well,
if you won't, it's all the same to me!"--"Certainly I will, it's not
that; but shan't I even so much as get hold of your hand!"--"What for
that?"--"As a sign that we're really engaged."--"Such nonsense, does
that make it more certain? You can have my hand, anyhow; here it is! No
thank you, no squeezing, sir!"--She drew her head within the
handkerchief again, then suddenly she lifted the handkerchief with both
hands, and her face came full into view. "If you tell any one, Gunnar,
I shall say it is not true, so you know!" She laughed, and went on down
the hill. A little after, she stopped, and said: "The sewing school
will be over to-morrow at nine, so you can go and stand at the foot of
the garden."--"Very well."--"Yes, but now you must go!"--"Won't you,
then, even give me your hand at parting?"--"I don't know what you are
always wanting with my hand,--no, you won't get it now. Good bye!" she
cried, and away she sprang.
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