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And now, having won the victory, he hastened to Magde.
But here trouble awaited him.
When Carl presented Magde the game, she was delighted; but after her
outburst of admiration had subsided, her first question naturally was as
to where he had procured his prize.
"Is it not enough that it is here?" said Carl, as he stood on the
threshold, twirling his hat in his hand.
"Heavens! I trust you have not procured it in an unlawful way?"
"No, I got it while going the right way," replied Carl, mischievously.
"My dear Carl," said Magde, seriously, "you must not think to deceive me
by your cunning words."
"You should not say so," answered Carl, sulkily.
"No, I should not, Carl, I spoke foolishly; but if you are a good boy,
and love me, you will tell me who has given you this game, or whether
you have promised to pay for it by working by-and-bye."
"I have already worked for it," said Carl, with a laugh, "but I must go
now, or else I will be too late at Sunnangaarden."
Thus saying, Carl was about putting his long legs in active motion, when
Magde exclaimed:
"Carl! Carl! a word more! stop, Carl!"
"I have staid too long already," said Carl; but still he remained.
"Tell me frankly, Carl, did you procure the game honestly?"
Carl, who rested upon the tenth commandment, in which neither hares nor
partridges were mentioned, answered shrewdly:
"If you doubt my honor, I will refer you to the catechism. Do you
believe in the catechism?"
"Is it true then that you have done nothing contrary to its precepts?"
"It is indeed true," replied Carl, gravely.
"Then I am satisfied," said Magde, "and I am grateful to you, my good
Carl, for the welcome present."
"Good? Yes, can I really believe you, Magde?"
"Yes, I so consider you, and therefore I am good to you."
Carl commenced laughing, and assumed a crane-like position, as he
balanced himself upon one leg. This was his usual custom when pleased.
"Well, well, then you love poor Carl a little. That's good!"
"Carl is my good boy," replied Magde, who during the conversation had
been engaged in spreading out a number of skeins of knitting yarn that
had been placed out to bleach upon the grass plot.
"Listen," said Carl, approaching nigher to Magde, "would Magde shed a
tear upon my grave if God should call me from earth?"
There reposed in these words a tone of mingled fear and humility, and
Magde, much moved by the peculiar expression of Carl's countenance,
replied:
"Certainly, Carl, I would shed many, many tears, for I believe there are
none who love you as I do."
"I am grateful, Magde," said Carl, violently scraping the ground with
the sole of his hob-nailed shoe, an action which could scarcely be
called a bow--"your words shall be remembered. I am Magde's servant, and
shall be so as long as I live."
With these words, he turned on his heel, and trotted towards his place
of destination.
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