He heav-ed a deep sigh; for he saw no pot up-on the fire, which ought to have been bub-bling up with their fru-gal din-ner: but, a-las!

Dat's ole miss, right fru.

You's got to go fru by dat pos' when you go inter de gate.

And den you go crack your head wid a mill-stone, fur fear you git called agin, fru mistake.

One day he and Inger agreed that they should take the fine bull-calf from Goldenhorns and drive it down to Fru Geissler, with a cheese into the bargain.

" "Heaven bless him, and did he?" said Fru Geissler, touched at the thought.

He takes a couple of cheeses with him, for Fru Geissler. Half-way down to the village a new settler has appeared.

He got through his business with the shoemaker, and, Fru Geissler having left the place, he sold his cheeses to the man at the store.

Fru Heyerdahl kept a watchful eye on her at any rate, and took care not to let her go to the Christmas dances.

Ay, Fru Heyerdahl was careful enough, that she was; here was Axel standing talking to his former servant-girl about a matter of two rings, and suddenly Fru Heyerdahl comes right between them and says: "Barbro, I thought you were going to the store?"

Ay, Fru Heyerdahl was careful enough, that she was; here was Axel standing talking to his former servant-girl about a matter of two rings, and suddenly Fru Heyerdahl comes right between them and says: "Barbro, I thought you were going to the store?"

Now it was Fru Heyerdahl that had praised him up so that last autumn, saying he was a splendid fellow

" "Oh, I see," said Fru Heyerdahl; "well, that was all."

But then Fru Heyerdahl had begun to be even more careful about her, and when the Christmas festivities began, she was strict.

Fru Heyerdahl came and lectured her, lent her booksand a fool for her pains.

But Fru Heyerdahl must have grown suspicious at last.

Fru Heyerdahl has a good deal to say about that.

Brede is sent for, and Fru Heyerdahl asks: "Was Barbro at home with you last nightat three o'clock?" Brede is unprepared, but answers: "Three o'clock?

Fru Heyerdahl mightily indignant; she cares nothing about Cook, 'tis Barbro she is after, the girl whose character she has answered for.

" When both were hidden from the kitchen window through which Fru Gustafsson used to keep a religiously preoccupied eye on the doings of her son, Johan pulled a cigarette from within his coat sleeve and a match from his pocket.

One evening the servant girlher name was Hilda at the timebrought word that Herr Stangenberg wanted very badly to see Fru Wellander for a few minutes.

"Fru Wellander!

Fru Wellander!"

Dat was wat Mr. Bainrofe spounded to de ossifer, an' he 'peared 'fused-like an' flusterfied, for I peeped fru de key-hole at 'em wen dey wus talkin'.

I peaked fru de key-hole, and seen de gole paid down wid my own two precious eyes.