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He turned also with smiling thanks to Pelle. It was gratifying that there was still fire glowing in the young men; although the occasion was unsuitable. The old folks had led the movement through evil times; but they by no means wished to prevent youth from testing itself. Pelle wanted to stand up and make some answer, but Madam Johnsen held him fast by his coat.
"Then take my arm it's only proper with a pair of sweethearts," said Pelle, joking. The old woman took his arm and went tripping youthfully along. "Yes, if it had been in my young days, I would soon have known how to dissuade you from your silly tricks," she said gaily. "I should have been taking you to the dance." "But you didn't manage to get Johnsen to give them up," said Pelle in reply.
"It would please my father and mother too, if they could make your acquaintance," said Otto Stolpe. "Would you care to come home with us?" "I can't very well this evening; I have some one with me," replied Pelle. "You go with them," said Madam Johnsen. "I see some folks from Kristianshavn back there, I can go home with them."
About ten o'clock the fire was visibly decreasing and the work of clearance could begin. The crowd scattered, a little disappointed that all was over so soon. The "Ark" was an extinct bonfire! There could not have been a sackful of sound firewood in all that heap of lumber! Pelle took Madam Johnsen and her little grand-daughter to his lodgings with him.
"She's always trying and trying to get things, and when she's free of that, she goes to Jutland." At the sound of the last word, Madam Johnsen fixed her eyes upon Pelle. "I should so like to see Jutland again before I die," she said. "Ever since I came over here in my young days, I've always meant to use the first money I had over on an excursion home; but I never managed it.
About ten o'clock the fire was visibly decreasing and the work of clearance could begin. The crowd scattered, a little disappointed that all was over so soon. The "Ark" was an extinct bonfire! There could not have been a sackful of sound firewood in all that heap of lumber! Pelle took Madam Johnsen and her little grand-daughter to his lodgings with him.
And from time to time some one completed his term, and was carried out of the dark corridors and borne away on the dead-cart as always. But in the "Ark" there was no change to be observed. It happened one day that he went over to call on Widow Johnsen. She looked very melancholy sitting there as she turned her old soldiers' trousers and attended to Hanne's child, which promised to be a fine girl.
She went towards the house, and Johnsen remained standing for a moment, and then wandered down the path again, lost in deep thought. Jacob Worse said to her as she passed him, "Would you like to join the croquet? I hardly think it is right to leave your cousin to play alone with the chaplain." "I think you might have spared yourself that well-meant remark, Mr.
He gave his young friend his best wishes for his undertaking, and hoped he would bear in mind that he, as dean, was always ready to assist him in every way, if he should at any time feel the need of his services. "You will bear this in mind, my young friend, will you not?" said the old dean, with a fatherly look. Johnsen muttered something about thanks as he hurried out of the room.
Hanne consented to have her fortune told; it cost five and twenty ore, but she was rewarded by an unexpected suitor who was coming across the sea with lots of money. Her eyes shone. "I could have done it much better than that!" said Madam Johnsen. "No, mother, for you never foretell me anything but misfortune," replied Hanne, laughing.
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