No; I had not done so.

Then I prayed, and since then all has been truly well with me." Ole is silent; but now the school-master, too, is silent.
Finally Ole says:-- "I have a grandchild; she knows what would please me before I am taken away, but she does not do it." The school-master smiles.
"Possibly it would not please her ?" Ole makes no reply.
The school-master: "There are many things which trouble you; but as far as I can understand they all concern the gard." Ole says, quietly,-- "It has been handed down for many generations, and the soil is good.
All that father after father has toiled for lies in it; but now it does not thrive.

Nor do I know who shall drive in when I am driven out.

It will not be one of the family." "Your granddaughter will preserve the family." "But how can he who takes her take the gard?
That is what I want to know before I die.

You have no time to lose, Baard, either for me or for the gard." They were both silent; at last the school-master says,-- "Shall we walk out and take a look at the gard in this fine weather ?" "Yes; let us do so.