_Her_ grave never seemed pretty enough, and he never felt perfectly certain that it would be kept properly in order.

He thus remained where he was, and at last moved over to old Anders Begmand's cottage.

The old man's head had become somewhat affected.

He received his week's pay every Saturday, without, however, doing any work to earn it.

And now Torpander grew to be quite a fixture in the cottage, and the two would sit for many a winter's evening over the fire, repeating to each other the same stories, which never varied year after year, about her who had been, and still continued for both, the very sunshine of their lives.
Uncle Richard soon gave up the lighthouse at Bratvold, and he and Mrs.
Garman shared Sandsgaard between them.