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Her name； it seemed； was Frida；a name made from the name of one of the old goddesses among the Northmen； the same from whom our day Friday is named。 She is the half… sister of Thor； from whom Thursday is named； and the daughter of Wodin； from whom Wednesday is named。
I knew little of all this then； but I did not wonder when I read afterward that this northern goddess was the Goddess of Love； the friend of song； the most beautiful of all their divinities；queen of spring and light and everything lovely。
But surely never any one took fewer of the airs of a goddess than our Frida did while she was with us。 She would watch my mother； as if afraid that she should put her hand to a gridiron or a tin dipper。 She gave her to understand； in a thousand pretty ways； that she should be her faithful； loving； and sincere。 servant。 If she would only show her what to do； she would work for her as a child that loved her。 And so indeed she did。 My dear mother would laugh and say she was quite a fine lady now； for Frida would not let her touch broom nor mop； skimmer nor dusting…cloth。
The girl would do anything but go out upon an errand。 She could not bear to see the other side of the fence。 What she thought of it all I do not know。 Whether she thought it was the custom in America for young men to live shut up with their mothers in enclosures of half an acre square； or whether she thought we two made some peculiar religious order； whose rules provided that one woman and one man should live together in a convent or monastery of their own； or whether she supposed half New York was made up； as Marco Polo found Pekin； of cottages or of gardens； I did not know； nor did I much care。 I could see that here was provided a companion for my mother； who was else so lonely； and I very soon found that she was as much a companion for me。
So soon as we could understand her at all； I took the name of her brother and his address。 When he wrote last he was tending a saw…mill at a place about seven miles away from Tuckahoe； in Jersey。 But he said he was going to leave there at once； so that they need not write there。 He sent the money for their passage； and promised； as I said； to meet them at New York。
This was a poor clew at the best。 But I put a good face on it； and promised her I would find him if he could be found。 And I spared no pains。 I wrote to the postmaster at Tuckahoe； and to a minister I heard of there。 I inquired of the Swedish consuls in New York and Philadelphia。 Indeed； in the end； I went to Tuckahoe myself； with her； to inquire。 But this was long after。 However； I may say here； once for all； to use an old phrase of my mother's； we never found 〃hide nor hair〃 of him。 And although this grieved Frida； of course； yet it came on her gradually； and as she had never seen him to remember him； it was not the same loss as if they had grown up together。
Meanwhile that first winter was； I thought； the pleasantest I had ever known in my life。 I did not have to work very hard now； for my business was rather the laying out work for my men； and sometimes a nice job which needed my hand on my lathe at home； or in some other delicate affair that I could bring home with me。
We were teaching Frida English； my mother and I； and she and I made a great frolic of her teaching me Swedish。 I would bring home Swedish newspapers and stories for her； and we would puzzle them out together；she as much troubled to find the English word as I to find out the Swedish。 Then she sang like a bird when she was about her household work； or when she sat sewing for my mother； and she had not lived with us a fortnight before she began to join us on Sunday evenings in the choruses of the Methodist hymns which my mother and I sang together。 So then we made her sing Swedish hymns to us。 And before she knew it； the great tears would brim over her deep eyes and would run down in pearls upon her cheek。 Nothing set her to thinking of her old home as those Sunday evenings did。 Of a Sunday evening we could make her go out with us to church sometimes。 Not but then she would half cover her face with a veil； so afraid was she that we might meet the Dane。 But I told her that the last place we should find him at would be at church on Sunday evening。
I have come far in advance of my story； that I might make any one who reads this life of mine to understand how naturally and simply this poor lost bird nestled down into our quiet life； and how the house that was built for two proved big enough for three。 For I made some new purchases now； and fitted up the little middle chamber for Frida's own use。 We had called it the 〃spare chamber〃 before； in joke。 But now my mother fitted pretty curtains to it； and other hangings； without Frida's knowledge。 I had a square of carpet made up at the warehouse for the middle of the floor； and by making her do one errand and another in the corner of the garden one pleasant afternoon in November； we had it all prettily fitted up for her room before she knew it。 And a great gala we made of it when she came in from gathering the seeds of the calystegia； which she had been sent for。
She looked like a northern Flora as she came in； with her arms all festooned by the vines she had been pulling down。 And when my mother made her come out to the door she had never seen opened before； and led her in； and told her that this pretty chamber was all her own； the pretty creature flushed crimson red at first； and then her quick tears ran over； and she fell on my mother's neck and kissed her as if she would never be done。 And then she timidly held her hand out to me； too； as I stood in the doorway； and said； in her slow； careful English；
〃And you； tooand you； too。 I must tank you both； also； especially。 You are so goodso good to de poor lost girl！〃 That was a very happy evening。
But； as I say； I have gone ahead of my story。 For before we had these quiet evenings we were fated to have many anxious ones and one stormy one。
The very first day that Frida was with us； I felt sure that the savages would make another descent upon us。 They had heard her scream； that was certain。 They knew she had not passed them； that was certain。 They knew there was a coal…bin on the other side of our fence； that was certain。 They would have reason enough for being afraid to have her at large； if； indeed； there were no worse passion than fear driving some of them in pursuit of her。 I could not keep out of my mind the beastly look of the Irishman who asked me； with such an ugly leer on his face； if there were no passage through。 Not that I told either of the two women of my fears。 But； all the same； I did not undress myself for a week； and sat in the great easy…chair in our kitchen through the whole of every night； waiting for the least sound of alarm。
Next to the savages； I had always lived in fear of being discovered in my retreat by the police； who would certainly think it strange to find a man and his mother living in a shed； without any practicable outside door； in what they called a vacant lot。
But I have read of weak nations in history which were fain to call upon one neighbor whom they did not like to protect them against another