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Why, they haven't any teeth! There are no bones in them at all; I'm sure you could eat them quite well." "Pah! Beastly!" Pelle spat on the ground. "I shouldn't be at all afraid of biting one; would you?" Rud lifted a little mouse up toward his mouth. "Afraid? Of course I'm not afraid but " Pelle hesitated. "No, you're afraid, because you're a blue-bag!"
"The Sow's been here," said Rud, putting out his tongue. Pelle nodded. "She is a beast!" "A thief," said Rud. They took the sun's measure. Rud declared that if you could see it when you bent down and looked between your legs, then it was five o'clock. Pelle began to put on his clothes. Rud was circling about him. "I say!" he said suddenly. "If I may have it, I'll let you whip me with nettles."
Rud happened to remember that his grandmother in Sweden was being buried just now, and this made them go about the matter with a certain amount of solemnity. They made a coffin out of a matchbox, and ornamented it with moss; and then they lay on their faces and lowered the coffin into the grave with twine, taking every possible care that it should not land upon its head.
"I have been at Stone Farm since I was eight, and that is the biggest farm in the north country." He had put his hands in his pockets, and spat coolly in front of him, for that was nothing to what he had in reserve. "Oh, so you're a farmer chap, then!" said one, and the others laughed. Rud was among them. "Yes," said Pelle; "and I've done a bit of ploughing, and mowing fodder for the calves."
I looked at him closely. Some gesture, the suggested slant of his brows, the thin lips, reminded me of a certain "son of Ah Cum" who guided me into disaster in Canton, saying, "Mis'r Rud Kippeling he go one time befo'." "Your name?" I asked in hope of confirmation. "O Lalala," he replied, while the smile that started in his eyes was killed by his tightening lips.
"I'll make you sneeze red," said Pelle angrily, as he rose above his adversary; but the next moment he was down again, with Rud hanging over him and uttering the most fearful threats about black eyes and seeing stars. Their voices were thick with passion. And suddenly they were sitting opposite one another on the grass wondering whether they should set up a howl.
"I really thought Cupid had run away," he said repeatedly, and carefully avoided looking Rud in the face. Quietly he waded into the water, and fished up the dead mouse with his foot. They laid it upon a stone in the sun, so that it might come to life again.
Pelle walked into the servants' room like a gentleman; he was fitted several times a day. He was fitted for two whole suits, one of which was for Rud, who was to be confirmed too. It would probably be the last thing that Rud and his mother would get at the farm, for Fru Kongstrup had carried her point, and they were to leave the cottage in May.
"He's coming!" he whispered. "I can hear him, plain jurrr, jurrr; hud, hud, hud, hud, hud!" "Who's coming?" demanded Virginia, looking swiftly up the road. "Why him! The man you're waiting for. Can't you hear him! Hrrrr rud! He's coming to grab you and take you away in his auto!" "Oh, Charley!" exclaimed Virginia, not entirely displeased, "and where will you go then?"
Oh, Pelle meant to be rich! And then he was always itching to spend it spend it in such a way that he got everything for it, or something he could have all his life. They sat upon the bank of the stream and wrangled in a small way. Rud did his best to inspire awe, and bragged to create an impression.
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