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Show 104 Chapter 15 If Hilde's chattering was annoying that day, by the next day it was unbearable. She came into the shop before I had even wakened and began to rake the ashes in the ovens. "What are you doing?" I asked, rising on my elbow, "It is strange, Geist, I couldn't sleep again all last night, but I am so full of energy that I feel the need to work. I feel wonderful. I have never felt so strong or so happy before. Why don't you sleep a little longer? I'll try to be quiet so I won't wake you. In fact, I can do all the work today. You will not have to get up at all. Would you not like a day in bed? I wouldn't, I'm too lively to sleep." All the while she was throwing pieces of wood into the ovens and blowing on the embers to start the fire. "What's the matter with you, Hilde?" "The matter with me? Nothing! Didn't I just tell you that I have never felt better in my whole life?" She bent to pull forward a sack of flour. When a sack was full to the top as that one was, I always left it in the same place because it was too heavy for me to move, but Hilde dragged the flour sack across the floor as though it were filled with feathers. "Did you hear the rain during the night?" she asked me, her words bumping into one another in their haste to be spoken. "It poured so hard that I thought of Noah's flood. Do you suppose we might have a |
