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Pelle got "excellent" in religion. "So it was your ears after all that saved you," said Lasse, delighted. "Didn't I tell you to use your ears well? Highest marks in religion only for moving your ears! Why, I should think you might become a parson if you liked!" And he went on for a long time. But wasn't he the devil of a laddie to be able to answer like that! "Come, cubby, cubby, cubby!
The girls were always on the look-out for him, married man though he was, and he had fun with them all quite proper, of course, for Bengta was not good to quarrel with if she heard anything. But now! Yes well, yes he might fetch the gin for the others and do their work for them when they had a holiday, without their doing anything in exchange! "Lasse! Where's Lasse?
He jumped into the air with drooping head, and let himself fall heavily, all the time uttering short, shrill bursts of laughter. Lasse spoke to him angrily, thinking it was unnecessarily foolish behavior on his part; and then he picked him up and held him firmly in his hands, while the little fellow trembled all over his body in his efforts to free himself and go on with his jumping.
His energetic, good-humored face went drifting through the endless grayness, the head bowed low, the hands chained behind him, a heavy iron chain was about his neck, and his eyes were fixed on the ground as though he were searching the very abyss. When Pelle awoke it was because Father Lasse stood bending over his bed, feeling his face, as in the days of his childhood.
And, sly dog that he was, he had found an excuse for asking Madam Olsen; it was really a nice way of making the relation a legitimate one. It gave Lasse and Pelle enough to talk about for a whole month, and after the subject was quite talked out and laid on one side for other things, it remained in the background as a sense of well-being of which no one quite knew the origin.
That headed Child of Storm is the second. These pages form the third and last. Ah! indeed, tout lasse, tout casse, tout passe! Now I shall pass over all the Zulu record of the next four years, since after all it has nothing to do with my tale and I do not pretend to be writing a history.
But sometimes a desperate mood came over him, and at times he would make himself conspicuous by behavior that would have made old Lasse weep; as, for example, when he defiantly sat upon a freshly-tarred bollard. He became thereby the hero of the evening; but as soon as he was alone he went behind a fence and let down his breeches in order to ascertain the extent of the damage.
"No, those are the grandest ladies in the town the doctor's wife, the burgomaster's lady, and the inspector's wife, and such like." "What, they are so grand that they haven't enough clothes to wear!" cried Lasse. "With us we call that poverty! But where are the players, then?" "They are the other side of the curtain." "Then have they begun already?"
It was gaily decorated, and up by the organ stood eight young women who were to sing "It is so lovely together to be!" Lasse had never seen or heard of such a wedding. "I feel quite proud!" he said. "He's a bladder full of wind!" said Pelle. "He's taking her simply on account of the honor." And then the bridal pair stepped up to the altar.
Pelle quickly opened the door and went in. There was no one in the office, but the door was open into the drawing-room, and the sound of Kongstrup's comfortable breathing came thence. "Who's there?" he asked. "It's Lasse and Pelle," answered Lasse in a voice that did not sound altogether brave. "Will you come in here?"
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