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Updated: May 5, 2025
Tears came into Ditte's eyes when she thought of it. It became like a beast of burden in the fairy tale, and no-one there to defend it. It was long since it had pulled crusts of bread from her mouth with its soft muzzle. Ditte lost her habit of stooping, and began to fill out as she grew up. She enjoyed the better life and the children's happiness the one with the other added to her well-being.
They themselves thought they spoke in a low voice, all the time shouting so loudly that the whole hamlet knew what the trouble was about. Ditte could see the sea from the window it glittered beneath the blazing sun, pale blue and wonderful. It was just like a big being, softly caressing and then suddenly it would flare up!
They had gained her affection in their own peculiar way; by adding burdens to her little life they had wound themselves round her heart. "How's Povl?" asked she, when they had driven over the big hill, and Granny's hut was out of sight. "Well, you know, he's always crying when you're not at home," said the father quietly. Ditte knew this.
Ditte Mischief and Ditte Goodgirl and Ditte child o' Man! The ladies looked at each other and laughed, and asked her where she lived. In Granny's house, of course. "What Granny?" asked the stupid ladies again. Ditte stamped her little bare foot on the grass: "Oh, Granny! that's blind sometimes 'cos she cries so much. Ditte's own Granny."
But she's a child, and I'm old and troublesome so the one makes up for the other. The foal will kick backwards, and the old horse will stand. But 'tis dull to spend one's childhood with one that's old and weak and all." Ditte was breathless when she reached the baker's, so quickly had she run in order to get back as soon as possible to the big stooping man with the good-natured growl.
Then Kristian rushed in for Ditte, and she brought a rope. Without hesitation she went up to the two struggling men, and gave it to her father. "Shall I help you?" said she. "No need for that, my girl," said Lars Peter, and laughed. "Just hold the rope, while I turn him over." He bound his brother's hands firmly behind his back, then set him on his feet and brushed him.
It must be strange after all!" Lars Peter laughed. "It'll be all right," he thought, "she's a good woman. But we shall miss you sorely." "I'm sure you will," answered Ditte seriously. "But she's not wasteful that's one good thing."
First one thing, then another, came out, and eventually Ditte had a pretty good idea of what had happened, and would discuss it with him. In the evenings, when the little ones were in bed, they would talk it over. "But don't you think she was a real princess?" asked Ditte each time. She always came back to this it appealed to her vivid imagination and love of adventure.
Down there, there was nothing but sand. Well, he would give up the cow. "But the pig we'll keep and the hens!" Ditte agreed that hens were useful to keep, and the pig could live on anything. The day before the auction they were busily engaged in putting all in order and writing numbers on the things in chalk. The little ones helped too, and were full of excitement.
Then they would all hide, and only appear when their father came home. Sörine was careful not to strike Ditte, and sent her off to school in good time she had no wish to see Lars Peter again as he was that evening.
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