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Updated: May 8, 2025
Say we'll send for them early to-morrow morning and finish them properly! But run as though the devil were at your heels!" Pelle ran, and when he returned, just as he was slipping into his leather apron, he had to go out again. "Pelle, run out and borrow a few brass nails then we needn't buy any to-day. Go to Klausen no, go to Blom, rather; you've been to Klausen already this morning."
Buy a packet and pay back Klausen and Blom what we've borrowed." "But then they'd see we've got a whole packet," said Pelle. "Besides, they owe us lots of other things that they've borrowed of us." Pelle showed circumspection in his dealings. "What a rogue!" said the master, and he settled himself to read. "Lord above us, what a gallows-bird!" He looked extremely contented.
Suspense ran through his body like an icy shudder. Outside stood Hanne's mother, shivering in the morning cold. "Pelle," she whispered anxiously, "it's so near now would you run and fetch Madam Blom from Market Street? I can't leave Hanne. And I ought to be wishing you happiness, too." The errand was not precisely convenient, nevertheless, he ran oft.
After dinner the schoolmaster sang songs and turned somersaults with the youngsters. He looked ten years younger and had all the ways of a ladies' man. The proprietor, who was quite close to the party while they were having dinner, overheard a little conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Blom.
The Pole roused himself from his brandy-and-tobacco Nirvana, and rolled his eyes. "I say, confound it! Has anybody ever heard anything like it? He's going to be married!" "Who's going to be married?" asked the Pole, startled by the bookseller's violence and emphatic language. "Schoolmaster Blom!" The bookseller expected a glass of grog in exchange for his news.
Blom had not even noticed the decorations, and therefore he answered dryly: "Haven't you realised yet that I never make excursions? I hate elbowing my way through a crowd, and the noise of the children gets on my nerves." "But surely you won't stay in town on such a lovely day! You'll at least go to the Deer Park?"
The three friends rise from their chairs and go home, two to their "virgin couches," and the bookseller to his Stafva. When schoolmaster Blom had reached his twentieth year, he was compelled to interrupt his studies at Upsala and accept a post as assistant teacher at Stockholm. As he, in addition, gave private lessons, he made quite a good income. He did not ask much of life.
The steamer was so crowded that schoolmaster Blom had to stand close to the engine; the heat at his back was intolerable; his morning coat was being covered with grease spots, while he stood, with his gaze rivetted on the untidy head of a servant girl and endured the rancid smell of the hair-oil. But he did not see a single face he knew.
Pelle bent over her with a helpless expression, while at the foot of the bed sat Madam Blom; she sat there knitting and reading the papers as though nothing whatever was amiss. "Shriek away, little woman," she said from time to time, when Ellen became silent; "that's part of the business!"
The waiter went back to his companions and sat down amongst them, embarrassed and snubbed. But Mr. Blom left the verandah with bitter thoughts and pushed his way through the crowd; he fancied that he could hear a mocking: "He hasn't been able to get dinner, after all!" He came to a large open space. There was a puppet-show, and Jasper was being beaten by his wife.
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