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Updated: May 5, 2025
Though there was no rain, and they were walking under the trees in the shadow, they held parasols, on which the sun gleamed through the green leaves, looking like glowing coins raining down on to their parasols. They kneeled in front of Ditte as if she were a little princess, lifting her bare feet and peeping under the soles, as they questioned her. Well, her name was Ditte.
"This'll fetch a little money," said Lars Peter dragging the sacks to the door, where heaps of old iron and other metals lay in readiness to be taken to the town. "And what's the time now? past six. Ought to be daylight soon." As Ditte opened the door the frosty air poured in. In the east, over the lake, the skies were green, with a touch of gold it was daybreak.
The horse was trembling, bathed in perspiration, its flanks heaving violently. Each time he jumped up to it, the nag kicked up its hind legs, and at last giving up the fight, Johannes threw away his weapon and went into his room. Ditte had tried to throw herself between them, but had been brushed aside; now she went up to the horse.
"But they're not all matched," said Ditte, pointing at the different lots Lars Peter had put up together. "That doesn't matter," answered Lars Peter "folks see there's a boot in one lot, bid it up and then buy the whole lot. Well, then they see the other boot in another lot and bid that up as well.
"Suppose she goes to some one else as a pensioner, and leaves everything to them! or fritters away Ditte's two hundred crowns!" said she. "She's in her second childhood!" She was mad on the subject, but Lars Peter let her talk on. "Isn't it true, Ditte, that Granny would be much better with us?" Sörine would continue.
When he was at home, Sörine would get up with the children; but otherwise she would take a longer nap, letting Ditte do the heaviest part of the work for the day. Then her morning duties would be left undone, the two animals bellowed from the barn, the pigs squealed over their empty trough, and the hens flocked together at the hen-house door waiting to be let out.
They stood in groups and did not go down to the Crow's Nest, until the auctioneer and his clerk arrived. Ditte was on the point of screaming when she saw who the two men were; they were the same who had come to fetch her mother. But now they came on quite a different errand, and spoke kindly. Behind their conveyance came group after group of people, quite a procession.
"The Lord only knows," answered her father thoughtfully. He could not fathom how he could have been such a fool; he had managed so well with the Jews in the stable-yard. "Ay, the Lord only knows!" "And the Bandmaster," said Ditte eagerly, "he must have been a wonderful man." "Ay, that's true a conjurer! He made I don't know how many drinks disappear without any one seeing how it was done.
And Sörine had nothing to say she had no objection when it meant saving. There was a hard frost. Ditte was cold and could not sleep, she lay gazing at her breath, which showed white, and listening to the crackling of the frost on the walls. Outside it was moonlight, and the beams shone coldly over the floor and the chair with the children's clothes.
"Where's the Lord?" asked she suddenly. "What is the child saying?" exclaimed one of the ladies. But the one who had taken Ditte by the hand, drew the little one towards her and said: "The Lord does not live here, he lives up in Heaven. She thinks this is Paradise," she added, turning to her sister.
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