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"He hasn't come home from school yet most likely I'll meet him on the way." "Not home yet? and it's nearly supper-time." Lars Peter looked at her in alarm. "D'you think he can be off on the highroad again?" Ditte shook her head. "I think he's been kept in I'm sure to meet him. It's a good thing too he can help me to carry the things home," she added tactfully.
"Well, He's both His hands full, He has. And even so it seems to us others, that at times He's taken more upon Himself than He can do and that's what He looks like!" And so Ditte was satisfied. To begin with Sören talked most, and the child listened. But soon it was she who led the conversation, and the old man who listened entranced.
This sound made Ditte forget everything else, and she rushed forward. One of the men caught her by the arm, but let her go at a sign from the other man. "D'you belong to the house?" asked he. Ditte nodded. "Then go in to the little ones and tell them not to be afraid.... Drive on!" Quick as lightning, Sörine put both legs over the side of the cart, but the policemen held her back.
Ditte stood against the table looking on, with a big kitchen knife in her hand. "Aren't you going to have anything?" asked Lars Peter, pushing the frying-pan further on to the table. "There's not a scrap more than you can eat yourself; we'll have something afterwards," answered Ditte, half annoyed. But Lars Peter calmly went on feeding them.
Most likely he wanted to see Martha; she followed on his heels. "You can save yourself the trouble, there's nothing for you to pry into!" she screamed. Shortly afterwards he came out again, with the woman still scolding at his heels, and went across the downs. The fisherman's wife stood looking round, then catching sight of Ditte, she came over.
There were hundreds of ways of making Granny happy, and Ditte knew them all, but she had been a horrid, lazy girl. If she could only go back now, she certainly would see that Granny always had a lump of sugar for her second cup of coffee instead of stealing it herself. And she would remember every evening to heat the stone, and put it at the foot of the bed, so Granny's feet should not be cold.
"We must get the blood to run again," said he, lifting her out of the cart. Then they ran for some time by the side of the nag, which threw out its big hoofs in a jog-trot, so as not to be outdone. "Shall we soon be home?" asked Ditte, when she was in the cart again, well wrapped up. "Oh-h, there's a bit left you've run seven miles, child!
It told so heavily on him that he lost his reason; now he muddled about looking for a magic word to fell the inn-keeper; at times he went round with a gun, declaring he would shoot him. But the inn-keeper only laughed. Ditte talked a great deal with the women. They all agreed that the inn-keeper had the evil eye. He was always in her mind; she went in an everlasting dread of him.
"And you can send the girl up here some day; it's the custom in the hamlet for the ogre's wife to provide clothes for girls going to be confirmed." His big mouth widened in a grin. Lars Peter felt rather foolish. So Ditte was confirmed after all. For a whole week she wore a long black dress, and her hair in a thin plait down her back.
Everything smelt of mold, and the air was full of moisture, which could be seen as crystal drops over the sunlit land; a blue haze hung between the trees sinking to rest in the undergrowth, so that meadow and moor looked like a glimmering white sea. Ditte marveled at the endlessness of the world.
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