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"What's the matter with father?" said Pelle impatiently, as soon as they were outside. Well, Lasse had taken to his heels too! He couldn't stand it when Pelle had gone. And the work was too heavy for one. Where he was just at the moment Karna could not say. "He's now here, now there, considering farms and houses," she said proudly. "Some fine day he'll be able to take you in on his visit to town."
They wandered through heather and brambles and thorns, striking across the moorland and skirting precipitous slopes. It was several hours before they had finished their round. "It's an awfully large holding," Pelle said again and again. And Lasse answered proudly. "Yes, there's nearly seventy acres here if only it were all tilled!"
"I shan't forget that," said Pelle quietly. Lasse was holding a folded shirt in his hand. "The one you've got on's just been washed," he said reflectively. "But one can't tell. Two shirts'll almost be too little if you're away, won't they? You must take one of mine; I can always manage to get another by the time I want a change. And remember, you must never go longer than a fortnight!
But out of every letter that his father Lasse received fell ten-kroner banknotes, and one day a letter came with steamer-tickets for the two of them. The song would not serve him any further, for in the song they perished during the voyage, and the poor young man spent the rest of his days on the sea-shore, gazing, through the shadow of insanity, upon every rising sail.
Pelle, too, must never be able to say anything against his father in that way; he must be clean in his child's eyes, and be able to look him in the face without shrinking. And then well, the thought of how the two women would take it in the event of its being discovered, simply made Lasse blink his red eyes and hang his head. Toward the middle of March, Fru Kongstrup returned unexpectedly.
But Lasse and Pelle once more trod the earth with a feeling of security; when she took up a matter, it was as good as arranged. One morning later in the week, the tailor came limping in with his scissors, tape-measure, and pressing-iron, and Pelle had to go down to the servants' room, and was measured in every direction as if he had been a prize animal.
He was of the scum of the earth, neither more nor less, one who had been thrown aside and forgotten. If he succeeded in recalling himself to their remembrance, it would only be the bringing up of the story of a criminal. There was the house where the Stolpes lived. Perhaps they knew where Ellen was. But what did it matter to him? He had not forgotten Lasse Frederik's terror-stricken face.
And she drags one leg behind her as though she wanted to take the pavement with her," said Karl. "She might well be his mother." "I don't think you ought to tease him," said Pelle seriously. "We don't," said Marie. "But he won't have it when we try to be nice to him. And he can't bear to see us contented. Lasse says it is as though he were bewitched."
But with so little wish to live, it's hard that I should take the food out of the others' mouths. The cow eats, and the cat eats, the children eat, we all eat; and where are you, poor things, to get it all from!" "Say 'poor thing' to him who has no head, and pity him who has two," said Kalle gaily. "How much land have you?" asked Lasse. "Five acres; but it's most of it rock."
Over the bulwark hung her husband and the others, and they were transparent; and the salt water was dripping from their hair and beards and running down the side of the ship. In the evening Lasse put on his best clothes. "Are we going out this evening?" asked Pelle in glad surprise. "No well, that's to say I am, just a little errand.
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