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Updated: May 13, 2025
It became a sort of game between them a game that pleased Johan and drove Keith to exasperation. It was a game of hide-and-seek. And the most remarkable feature of it was that, although Keith was dying to know, he found it impossible to ask any direct questions. His pose was that he didn't care, and Johan's counter-pose was that he didn't know what Keith was driving at.
"Here goes!" he said stoutly. "I'll stand beer! Bavarian beer, of course. Who'll go and fetch it?" Mons leaped quickly from the cart. "How many?" "Four." Karl Johan's eye ran calculating over the cart. "No; just bring five, will you? That'll be a half each," he said easily. "But make sure that it's real Bavarian beer they give you."
Karl Johan stationed himself with legs astride, and called across to the cliff: "What's Karl Johan's greatest treat?" And the echo answered straight away: "Eat!" It was exceedingly funny, and they all had to try it, each with his or her name even Pelle. When that was exhausted, Mons made up a question which made the echo give a rude answer. "You mustn't teach it anything like that," said Lasse.
The churches were counted under Karl Johan's able guidance, and all the well- known places pointed out. "There's Stone Farm, too," said Anders, pointing to something far off toward the sea. It was not Stone Farm, but Karl Johan could say to a nicety behind which hill it ought to lie, and then they recognized the quarries. Lasse took no part in this.
"It is my mamma," Keith retorted, his attention momentarily diverted by Johan's most peculiar way of referring to his parents. "Then you had better go," advised the new friend sagely, "or she will tell your popsey, and then you know what happens to you." "I think I can come down again, if you wait for me," cried Keith as he ran into the long dark passageway.
But Karl Johan's horses were displeased, and hurried on; they did not approve of the new arrangement. At the village shop they made a halt, and consoled themselves a little. When they started again, Karl Johan's horses were refractory, and had to be quieted.
"Here goes!" he said stoutly. "I'll stand beer! Bavarian beer, of course. Who'll go and fetch it?" Mons leaped quickly from the cart. "How many?" "Four." Karl Johan's eye ran calculating over the cart. "No; just bring five, will you? That'll be a half each," he said easily. "But make sure that it's real Bavarian beer they give you."
Karl Johan stationed himself with legs astride, and called across to the cliff: "What's Karl Johan's greatest treat?" And the echo answered straight away: "Eat!" It was exceedingly funny, and they all had to try it, each with his or her name even Pelle. When that was exhausted, Mons made up a question which made the echo give a rude answer. "You mustn't teach it anything like that," said Lasse.
"No, we're driving for the master to-day!" answered Karl Johan, pointing to the bailiff in front. "Yes, I see him. He's driving a fine pair to-day! I thought it was King Lazarus!" An acquaintance of Karl Johan's came toward them with a swaying load of herring. He was the only man on one of the small farms. "So you've been to the town too for winter food," said Karl Johan, reining in his horse.
"No, we're driving for the master to-day!" answered Karl Johan, pointing to the bailiff in front. "Yes, I see him. He's driving a fine pair to-day! I thought it was King Lazarus!" An acquaintance of Karl Johan's came toward them with a swaying load of herring. He was the only man on one of the small farms. "So you've been to the town too for winter food," said Karl Johan, reining in his horse.
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