"
"You little coward. What good would you be on a _saeter_? What do you
think, Hr. Bogstad?"
As the girl caught sight of the new arrival she started and the color
came to her face. He went up to her. "How are you, Signe?" he said. "How
do you like life on a _saeter_?"
"Well, I hardly know," she said, seemingly quite embarrassed.
"Oh, I'll tell you," broke in the busy Hansine, as she came with a pail
full of salt. "She just goes around and looks at and talks about what
she calls the beauties of nature. That she likes; but as for milking, or
churning, or making cheese, well--"
Then they all laughed good naturedly.
Hansine was a large, strong girl, with round, pleasant features. She and
the cows were good friends. At the sound of the _lur_ every afternoon
the cows turned their grazing heads towards home, and, on their arrival,
each was given a pat and a handful of salt. Then they went quietly into
their stalls.
It was quite late that evening before the milk had been strained into
the wooden platters and placed in rows on the shelves in the milk house.
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