|6|“Is this Dame Hansen’s inn?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” answered Hulda.
“Is Dame Hansen at home?”
“No; but she will soon return, and if you wish to speak to her—”
“I do not. There is nothing I want to say to her.”
“Would you like a room?”
“Yes; the best in the house.”
“Shall we prepare dinner for you?”
“As soon as possible, and see to it that everything is of the very best quality.”
These remarks were exchanged between Hulda and the traveler before the latter had alighted from the karjol, in which he had journeyed to the heart of the Telemark across the forests, lakes, and valleys of Central Norway.
Everyone who has visited Scandinavia is familiar with the karjol, the means of locomotion so dear to the hearts of her people. Two long shafts, between which trots a horse wearing a sq
