9/22 Now, I--I am the crooked bough of a tree, but I have bright leaves where a bird hides and sings all day! You--you have no song, no foliage; only ugly and barren and fit to burn!" He laughed heartily, and, catching sight of Britta, where she stood in the doorway entirely unconcerned at his eccentric behavior, he went up to her and took hold of the corner of her apron. "Take me in, Britta dear--pretty Britta!" he said coaxingly. "Sigurd is hungry! Britta, sweet little Britta,--come and talk to me and sing! Good-bye, fat man!" he added suddenly, turning round once more on Dyceworthy. "You will never overtake the big ship that has gone away with Thelma over the water. |