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lessons, and helped her mother in the house. Berner had
always been interested in her drawings; he had been the first to
teach her perspective and such things — all he knew about it
himself. He had believed she had some talent.
They could not afford to keep his dog. The two little
puppies were sold, and Mrs. Berner thought Leddy ought to be
sold too — it cost so much to feed her. But Jenny objected;
nobody should have the dog, which was mourning for its
master, if they could not keep it, and she had her way. She took
the dog herself one evening to Mr. Iversnaes, Berner’s friend,
who shot and buried Leddy.
What Berner had been to her — a friend and a comrade —
she tried to be to his children. As the two girls grew up,
the relations between them and Jenny became less intimate,
though still quite friendly, but the great difference in age made
a breach between them which Jenny never tried to cross.
They were now quite nice little girls in their teens, with
anæmia, small flirtations, friendships, parties, and all the rest
of it — a merry pair, but somewhat indolent. The friendship
between Nils and her had grown in strength as time went on.
His father had called the tiny baby Kalfatrus; Jenny had
adopted the name, and the boy called her Indiana.
During all those sad years now behind her, the rambles in
Nordmarken with Kalfatrus were the only occasions when she
could breathe freely. She enjoyed them specially in spring or
autumn, when there were few people about, and she and the
boy sat quietly gazing into the burning pile of wood they had
made, or lay on the ground talking to one another in their
particular slang, which they dared not use at home for fear of
vexing their mother. Her portrait of Kalfatrus was the first
of her paintings to please her; it was really good.
Gunnar scolded her for not exhibiting it; he thought it would
have been bought for the picture gallery at home. She had
never painted so good a picture since.
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