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She understood what he meant. "If now this had not happened to me,"
she went on, "G.o.d only knows how long I might have gone before I found mother."
"She has talked matters over with you lately, then?"
"Yes, every day; she has done hardly anything else."
"Then, I'm sure you've heard many things."
"You may well say so."
"I think she spoke of my father?"
"Yes."
"She remembers him still?"
"She remembers him."
"He wasn't kind to her."
"Poor mother!"
"Yet he was worst to himself."
They were silent; and Arne had thoughts which he could not utter. Eli was the first to link their words again.
"You are said to be like your father."
"People say so," he replied evasively.
She did not notice the tone of his voice, and so, after a while she returned to the subject. "Could he, too, make songs?"
"No."
"Sing a song to me ... one that you've made yourself."
"I have none," he said; for it was not his custom to confess he had himself composed the songs he sang.
"I'm sure you have; and I'm sure, too, you'll sing one of them when I ask you."
What he had never done for any one else, he now did for her, as he sang the following song,--
"The Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown: 'Shall I take them away?' said the Frost, sweeping down.
'No; leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown,'
Prayed the tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.
"The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: 'Shall I take them away?' said the Wind, as he swung.
'No; leave them alone Till the berries have grown,'
Said the Tree, while his leaflets quivering hung.
"The Tree bore his fruit in the Midsummer glow: Said the girl, 'May I gather thy berries or no?'
'Yes; all thou canst see; Take them; all are for thee,'
Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low."
That song nearly took her breath away. He, too, remained silent after it, as though he had sung more than he could say.
Darkness has a strong influence over those who are sitting in it and dare not speak: they are never so near each other as then. If she only turned on the pillow, or moved her hand on the blanket, or breathed a little more heavily, he heard it.
"Arne, couldn't you teach me to make songs?"
"Did you never try?"
"Yes, I have, these last few days; but I can't manage it."
"What, then, did you wish to have in them?"
"Something about my mother, who loved your father so dearly."
"That's a sad subject."
"Yes, indeed it is; and I have wept over it."
"You shouldn't search for subjects; they come of themselves."
"How do they come?"
"Just as other dear things come--unexpectedly."
They were both silent. "I wonder, Arne, you're longing to go away; you who have such a world of beauty within yourself."
"Do _you_ know I am longing?"
She did not answer, but lay still a few moments as if in thought.
"Arne, you mustn't go away," she said; and the words came warm to his heart.
"Well, sometimes I have less mind to go."
"Your mother must love you much, I'm sure. I must see your mother."
"Go over to Kampen, when you're well again."
And all at once, he fancied her sitting in the bright room at Kampen, looking out on the mountains; his chest began to heave, and the blood rushed to his face.
"It's warm in here," he said, rising.
She heard him rise. "Are you going, Arne?" He sat down again.
"You must come over to see us oftener; mother's so fond of you."