The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 1 (of 2)Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
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The Heritage of the Kurts, Volume 1 (of 2)
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
"I see several times as the sail moved," he said; "I could not think
whatever it could be; at last, thinks I, as it was two of the little
girls, and it's two grown young women; aren't you ashamed o'
yourselves?" One of the girls began to cry, the other laughed. "And the
children of worthy men; the sheriff's daughter," he continued to the
one who was laughing, "a grown girl, confirmed and in the senior class,
and you there as well; do you think I don't know you? Nils Hansen's
daughter; your mother was here, she should ha' seen you under the sail,
and your father as well; there's a power o' difference between you and
your sister Augusta; she was always pretty behaved. Take yourselves
off. I'm going now to tell the mistress."
He was not out of the door before they jumped up. Good heavens! what
did they look like? their clothes, their hair, their faces--especially
their faces--exactly like a little child who has been crying and has
rubbed the tears all over its face with grimy hands; their hands had
been dirtied by all the implements among which they lay, and they had
used them to brush away the perspiration which ran into their eyes; and
how stiff and wretched they were; though they had had plenty of
opportunity to prepare a comfortable place for themselves, they had
remained so very long in the same position. At least an hour before the
lecture began they had been under the sail, never feeling secure the
whole time. One cried and scolded the other, who laughed; but when they
both got a good view of each other and told one another how they
looked, they burst into peals of laughter, and rushed into the little
room at the other end of the building, where they knew that there was
toilette apparatus. After that they were to go across to tell the
boarders all about it.
For it was not for themselves alone that they had hidden under the sail
for two hours; no, they had been chosen for it by the senior class;
they had all come and pulled the sail over them. The girls had had some
food with them, and some beer to drink as well, but they had disposed
of that long before the lecture began. Over the way, in the boarders'
sitting-room, the senior class was assembled. Something which only the
parents were to hear about must be so very extraordinary; and those two
knew all about it now.
The two girls only allowed themselves time to wipe away the worst of
the dirt, and to smooth their hair so far that they need not be ashamed
to run across the courtyard. But hurry as they would, the impatience of
the others stole a march upon them. The whole class tore across the
courtyard to the gymnasium. They had waited to see Andreas Berg shut up
and disappear; he had taken his time over it, but at last he had gone
into the kitchen. The two had been chosen on account of their good
memories, and, incredible as it may seem, they remembered almost all
the lecture, at all events all the portions which were most telling,
the best delivered and the newest.
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