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"No, it's in honor of the fine weather, and because they're allowed to run about anywhere now," said Lasse Frederik. Morten laughed. "Lasse Frederik's an incorrigible realist," he said. "Life needs no adornment for him." Ellen looked well after Morten. "Now you must make a good breakfast," she said. "You can't be sure you'll get proper food out there in foreign countries."
"I wonder if flowers can think too," said Lasse Frederik. He was busy drawing a flower from memory, and it would look like a face: hence the remark. Pelle thought they could. "No, no, Pelle!" said Ellen. "You're going too far now! It's only us people who can think." "They can feel at any rate, and that's thinking in a way, I suppose, only with the heart.
Frederik, who was leaning out of the window, in order to watch for the carriage, came and thundered on the door. "The carriage is there, children!" he roared, in quite a needlessly loud voice. "The carriage is there!" And they drove away in it, although the church was only a few steps distant.
Sister was afraid of them, but it was the time of his life to Lasse Frederik. There were fat Tyrolese girls, who came three by three; they jodeled at the music-halls, and looked dreadful all day, much to Ellen's despair. Now and then a whole company would come, and then trapezes and rings creaked in the great room, Spanish dancers went through their steps, and jugglers practised new feats.
For Frederik Paludan-Mueller as a poet I cherished the profoundest admiration. He belonged to the really great figures of Danish literature, and his works had so fed and formed my inmost nature that I should scarcely be the same had I not read them. It was unalloyed happiness to have access to his house and be allowed to enjoy his company.
"Frederik!" a sharp voice cried from one of the corridors. "Run and get a score of firewood and a white roll a ten-ore one. But look out the grocer counts the score properly and don't pick out the crumb!" Madam Olsen with the warm wall was frying pork. She couldn't pull her range out onto the gallery, but she did let the pork burn so that the whole courtyard was filled with bluish smoke.
His sisters received me with their usual cheerfulness, but their father, the old doctor, remarked as I entered: "You come with grave thoughts in your mind, too," for the general uneasiness occasioned by Frederik VII's state of health was reflected in my face. There was good reason for anxiety concerning all the future events of which an unfavourable turn of his illness might be the signal.
In olden days the matter might have been settled by a good thrashing, but now things had to be arranged so that they would be lasting; he could no longer buy cheaply. When helping Lasse Frederik in organizing the milk- boys, he pocketed his pride and introduced features from the great conflict in order to show that he was good for something too.
I've sent Lasse Frederik in to Morten, so that he may know she's with us." "Have you sent for the doctor?" asked Pelle, bending down over Johanna. "Yes. Lasse Frederik will tell Morten to bring his doctor with him. He must know her best. I should think they'll soon be here." A shivering fit came over Johanna.
Lasse always ended with that question, looking anxiously at his son as he asked it. His old head trembled a little now when anything moved him. "He's to be called Lasse Frederik," said Pelle one day, "after his two grandfathers." This delighted the old man. He went off on a little carouse in honor of the day. And now he came almost every day.
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