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On the Divide
by
"What is it?" he said, sitting up.
"I’m so lonesome, I’m afraid to stay in here all alone. "
"I will go over and get your mother. " And he got up.
"She won’t come. "
"I’ll bring her," said Canute grimly.
"No, no. I don’t want her, she will scold all the time. "
"Well, I will bring your father. "
She spoke again and it seemed as though her mouth was close up to the key hole. She spoke lower than he had ever heard her speak before, so low that he had to put his ear up to the lock to hear her.
"I don’t want him either, Canute—I’d rather have you. "
For a moment she heard no noise at all, then something like a groan. With a cry of fear she opened the door, and saw Canute stretched in the snow at her feet, his face in his hands, sobbing on the door step.