, which give distinct
pictures, note the coherence secured internally largely by the
succession of verbs denoting action and also by the denotation of the
words.

When he came in, there sat as many children round a table as
he had ever seen at church; others were sitting on their
luncheon-boxes, which were ranged round the walls; some
stood in small groups round a large printed card; the
school-master, an old gray-haired man, was sitting on a
stool by the chimney-corner, filling his pipe. They all
looked up as Oeyvind and his mother entered, and the
mill-hum ceased as if the water had suddenly been turned
off....

As he was going to find his seat, they all wanted to make
room for him. He looked round a long time, while they
whispered and pointed; he turned round on all sides, with
his cap in his hand and his book under his arm....

Just as the boy is going to turn round to the school-master,
he sees close beside him, sitting down by the hearthstone on
a little red painted tub, Marit, of the many names; she had
covered her face with both hands, and sat peeping at him
through her fingers.

The imagination is appealed to continually through the simple concrete
expressions which present an image; as, "He grew hot all over, looked
around about, and called, 'Killy-killy-killy-goat!'"

The emotional element is distinct and pleasing and contributes to the
total impression of admiration for the characters. We admire Oeyvind
for his fondness for the goat and for his pain at losing it; for his
dissatisfaction in keeping it after Marit returned it, though she
wanted it; for his delight in his Mother's stories; and for his
pleasure in Marit's friendship at school. We admire Marit for her
appreciation of the beautiful goat; for her obedience to her
Grandfather; for her sorrow at giving up the goat; for her generosity
in giving the neck-chain with it; and for the childish comradeship she
gave to Oeyvind. We admire the goat for his loyalty to his little
master. We trust the Grandfather who trained Marit to be fair and
courteous; who guarded her from the cliff; and who bought for her
another goat. We have faith in the Mother who had feeling for the
little goat her son bartered for a cake; and who had the wisdom to
sing for her little boy and tell him stories when he was sorrowful and
needed new interests.

Undoubtedly _Oeyvind and Marit_