There had been speeches and such countless black hats and flowers, that the coffin was quite hidden.

Yes, that was the third they had taken in since the New Year, she uttered with a sigh.
"You never know what sort of people you have among you, until they are dead," remarked Mother Baekken.

"If he had been the poor man's friend, they could have sung and trumpeted a little about it while he lived.
Perhaps that's turned the wrong way, but--" she slowly, and with increasing expression, bent her face over her cup.
Mother Baekken must always have her own interpretations, so Mother Taraldsen discreetly warded off a disturbance of the peace by striking into the very middle of the manufacturing part of the town.

She had come up the streets yesterday evening with a covered cup containing leeches, and you might really think that if, all that long way up from the chemist's, you had escaped rogues and robbers, you ought to go free up here.

But there came those great, grown-up girls, flying one after another along a slide down the street, screaming and shouting, so that it was enough to knock people down.