the customary good-night salutation.

Jan of Ruffluck walked to the edge of the field; but there he
halted.

"What does it matter to the little girl whether or not you come
home for her birthday?" he thought. "She's just as well off without
you. But Börje has seven kiddies at home, and no food for them.
Shall you let them starve so that you can go home and play with
Glory Goldie?"

Then he wheeled round, walked back to Börje, and got down into the
ditch to help him. Jan was rather tired after his day's toil and
could not work very fast. It was almost dark when they got through.

"Glory Goldie must be asleep this long while," thought Jan, when he
finally put in the spade for the last bit of earth.

"Go'-night for to-day," he called back to Börje for the second
time.

"Go'-night," returned Börje, "and thanks to you for the help. Now I
must hurry along and get my rye. Another time I'll give you a lift,
be sure of that!"

"I don't want any pay ... Go'-night!"

"Don't you want anything for helping me?" asked Börje. "What's come
over you, that you're so stuck-up all at once?"