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"There's a bed made up for you in the cutting-out room," says the master. But Garibaldi rolls his coat under his head and lies down on the window-bench. "If I snore, just pull my nose," he says to Pelle, and goes to sleep. Next day he makes two pairs of kid boots with yellow stitching for little Nikas this would be a three days' job.
"I call that smart drinking!" says little Nikas. "It can be done though the night is black as a crow"; Garibaldi waves his hand in a superior manner. "And old Jeppe is alive still? A smart fellow!" Master Andres strikes on the wall. "He has come in he is there!" he says, with his wide-opened eyes.
"That's the Sow!" he began. "She's a dreadful woman; up at Stone Farm " Smack! Little Nikas gave him such a box on the ear that he had to sit down on the woodcarver's steps. "One, two, three, four that's it; now come on!" He counted ten steps forward and set off again. "But God help you if you don't keep your distance!"
"I call that smart drinking!" says little Nikas. "It can be done though the night is black as a crow"; Garibaldi waves his hand in a superior manner. "And old Jeppe is alive still? A smart fellow!" Master Andres strikes on the wall. "He has come in he is there!" he says, with his wide-opened eyes.
In the workshop he made himself useful and tried to stand well with everybody. He won over little Nikas by drawing a somewhat extravagant representation of his betrothed from a photograph. The face would not come out quite right; it looked as though some one had trodden on it; but the clothes and the brooch at the throat were capital.
"That must be tested, too, before we can declare him to be useful," said little Nikas, in deadly earnest. "Are you done with your tomfoolery now?" said Master Andres angrily, and he went his way. But Jeppe was altogether in his element; his head was full of the memories of his boyhood, a whole train of devilish tricks, which completed the ordination.
With a leap he was across the table and had pulled little Nikas to the ground underneath him; there he lay, squeezing the man's throat with his fingers, trying to throttle him, until he was overpowered. Emil and Peter had to hold him while the knee-strap put in its work.
Pelle kept his distance religiously, but he instantly discovered that little Nikas, like old Jeppe, had too large a posterior. That certainly came of sitting too much and it twisted one's loins.
"Besides, we've had an order for a pair of wedding-shoes, white satin with yellow stitching; but we haven't properly tackled it." He gives little Nikas a meaning glance. "No yellow stitching with white satin, master; white silk, of course, and white edges." "Is that the Paris fashion?" asks Master Andres eagerly. Garibaldi shrugs his shoulders.
It was broad daylight when he got back, and he crawled into bed without any one noticing anything of his attempted flight. Little Nikas had washed the blacking from his face and had put on his best clothes; he wanted to go to the market with a bundle of washing, which the butcher from Aaker was to take home to his mother, and Pelle walked behind him, carrying the bundle.
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