I lived at variance with a good friend, and wanted _him_ to come to _me_, and all the while I was unhappy.

At last I took it into my head to go to _him_, and since then all has been well with me." Ole looks up and says nothing.
The school-master: "How do you think the gard is doing, Ole ?" "Failing, like myself." "Who shall have it when you are gone ?" "That is what I do not know, and it is that, too, which troubles me." "Your neighbors are doing well now, Ole." "Yes, they have that agriculturist to help them." The school-master turned unconcernedly toward the window: "You should have help,--you, too, Ole.

You cannot walk much, and you know very little of the new ways of management." Ole: "I do not suppose there is any one who would help me." "Have you asked for it ?" Ole is silent.
The school-master: "I myself dealt just so with the Lord for a long time.

'You are not kind to me,' I said to Him.

'Have you prayed me to be so ?' asked He.