the possessor of thousands. Girl, do you know what you are doing when you act like this? Can't you see that we are poor; that your father is worked to death to provide for you all? That if you would treat him as you should, we would be lifted out of this, and could get away from this rock-ribbed island on to some land with soil on? Our future would be secure. Can't you see it, girl? O, you little fool, for running away from such a man. Don't you know he owns us all, as it were?" "No, father, he does not." "The very bread you eat and the water you drink come from his possessions." "Still, he does not own us all. He does not own me, nor shall he as long as I feel as I do now, and as long as there is other land and other water and other air to which he can lay no claim." It was a bold speech, but something prompted her to say it. She was aroused. The mother came to intercede, for she knew both father and daughter well. "I tell you, girl, there shall be no more foolishness. You shall do as I want you, do you hear!" Signe arose to go, but her father caught her forcibly by the arm. "Sit down and listen to me," he said. The girl began to cry, and the mother interposed: "Never mind, father; you know it's useless to talk to her now. Let her go and milk the cow. It's getting late." So Signe escaped with her pail into the little stable where the cow had been awaiting her for over an hour. But she was a long time milking, that evening. VI. "Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, into a land that I will show thee."--_Gen. 12:1_. Signe Dahl sat in the little coupe of the railroad train which was carrying her to Christiania. She was the sole occupant of the compartment, her big valise resting on the opposite seat. Out through the lowered window she looked at the flying landscape, a mingling of pine hills, waters, and green meadows. An hour ago she had boarded the train at Holmen, the nearest station to Nordal. Early that morning she