When he came home, Ann Grethe stepped out of the door. She had on neat clothing, and the thought shot through his head that she was going to the conventicle tailor’s.
“Hold out your apron!” he called to her, and as she did so automatically, he threw the little dog, all covered with clay, into the apron.
“Carry him in to little Wienke; he is to be her companion! But wash and warm him first; then you’ll do a good deed, too, that will please God, for the creature is almost frozen!”
And Ann Grethe could not help obeying her master, and therefore did not get to the conventicle that day.
The next day the last cut with the spade was made on the new dike. The wind had gone down; gulls and other sea birds were flying back and forth over land and water in graceful flight. From Jevers Island one
