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They can change themselves into any shape, and can go through key-holes, so that they enter any house they please, and sometimes they bring gifts for the children, like the good Santa Klaus in the German stories; but they also play sad tricks, and frighten people with bad dreams. Like the white dwarfs, the brown ones work in gold and silver, and the gifts they bring are of their own workmanship.
Big Klaus put down the sack with Little Klaus in it by the church-door, and thought that he might as well go in and hear a psalm before going on farther. Little Klaus could not get out, and everybody was in church; so he went in. 'Oh, dear! oh, dear! groaned Little Klaus in the sack, twisting and turning himself. But he could not undo the string.
Here it was that Pereira told Klaus to try to make his way back to the camp, and, should he find anyone alive there, to bring him succour. So Klaus went, taking the remaining leg of the hyena with him, and on the afternoon of the second day arrived as has been told. Now, when the Hottentot's story was finished a discussion arose.
"So you are going to town, after all?" said old Klaus, pointing to his goods and chattels. To town, yes indeed! Something seemed to grip hold of Pelle's bursting heart, and before he was aware of it he had delivered himself and his whole future into the old peasant's hands. "Yes, yes yes indeed why, naturally!" said Klaus, nodding as Pelle came forward. "Yes, of course! A man can't do less.
When Anna was busy on the eve of a holiday, I could not help remembering our own Sabbath eves at home, the Sabbath days in the Klaus, as well as the other holidays, and all the things that are so dear to the heart of the Jewish boy. That was the time when I felt especially lonely and homesick; it was as though a fever were burning within me.
On that windy May-morning when Pelle tumbled out of the nest, it so happened that old Klaus Hermann was clattering into town with his manure-cart, in order to fetch a load of dung. And this trifling circumstance decided the boy's position in life. There was no more pother than this about the question: What was Pelle to be? He had never put that question to himself.
Who is it that's coming?" "Ferdinand Holm and Klaus Brock. Coming to the christening after all. Great Caesar! what do you say to that, Merle?" Merle was pale, and her cheeks a little sunken. Two years more had passed, and she had her second child now on her knee a little boy with big wondering eyes. "How fine for you, Peer!" she said, and went on undressing the child.
At the same moment Santa Klaus was in the house, in the loft where little Peter Mit had hung his stocking. Whether he entered by the chimney or not, it is impossible to say, but I suspect he did, for the door was locked and there was no other entrance. At any rate there he was, and standing on tip-toe by Peter's stocking. He began to fill it and emptied one of his pockets.
And Klaus clenched his fists and thrust out one shoulder fiercely. But when January came, there was Peer in oil-skins, in the foc's'le of a Lofoten fishing-smack, ploughing the long sea-road north to the fishing-grounds, in frost and snow-storms.
So Little Klaus got a bushel of money, and the host buried his grandmother as if she had been his own. Now when Little Klaus again reached home with so much money he sent his boy to Big Klaus to borrow his bushel measure. 'What's this? said Big Klaus. 'Didn't I kill him? I must see to this myself! So he went himself to Little Klaus with the measure.
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