Old Anne had certainly filled my poor mother's head with her mystic superstition, to no less an extent than she did mine.

There were all kinds of marks and signs to be made from morning till night, and she always wore an uneasy look, as though she were keeping watch.

When a boat came in, you ought to turn towards the sea, and spit, and mutter a few words against sea-sprites.

She could see every man's double.

[The spirit which every one is supposed to have as a follower and companion through life.] On its account the door must be shut to quickly after any one had gone out; and she could always hear a warning beforehand when father was coming home from a journey.
When Anne Kvaen had no longer leave to go into the blue room to my mother, she silently went through all kinds of performances outside the door.