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Updated: May 15, 2025
But it's awfully cold work; you can't keep warm at it, and you get so stiff with sitting fifteen hours on the cold stone as stiff as if you were the father of the whole world." He was walking stiffly in front of the others across the heath toward a low, hump-backed cottage. "Ah, there comes the moon, now there's no use for it!" said Kalle, whose spirits were beginning to rise.
"Yes, there is a difference," Kalle admitted, looking affectionately at the children. "It must be that Anna's has come from young people, while our blood's beginning to get old. And then the ones that come the wrong side of the blanket always thrive best like our Albert, for instance. He carries himself quite differently from the others.
After that Lasse and Pelle had to think about getting home, and began to tie handkerchiefs round their necks; but the others did not want to let them go yet. They went on talking, and Kalle made jokes to keep them a little longer.
"Well, I'll send you word when she's to be buried," said Kalle, when they got outside the house. "Yes, do! And if you should be in want of a ten-krone note for the funeral, let me know. Good-bye, then!" Grandmother's funeral was still like a bright light behind everything that one thought and did.
Oh, yes!" he said suddenly at the outside door, and laughed delightedly; "it'll be something grand brother-in-law to the farmer in a way! Oh, fie, Kalle Karlsson! You and I'll be giving ourselves airs now!" He went a little way along the path with them, talking all the time. Lasse was quite melancholy over it.
Kalle did not seem inclined to contradict him, but Pelle made up his mind that some day he would teach his father to read and write much better than Uncle Kalle could. "But we're quite forgetting that we brought a Christmas bottle with us!" said Lasse, untying the handkerchief. "You are a fellow!" exclaimed Kalle, walking delightedly round the table on which the bottle stood.
"It sounds exactly as if she might be a princess." "Yes, and the one before's called Ellen from eleven, of course. That's her in the kneading-trough," said Kalle. "The one before that again is Tentius, and then Nina, and Otto. The ones before that weren't named in that way, for we hadn't thought then that there'd be so many.
It was like certain kinds of food, that leave a pleasant taste in the mouth long after they have been eaten and done with. Kalle had certainly done everything to make it a festive day; there was an abundance of good things to eat and drink, and no end to his comical tricks.
"That's just what was bothering me!" said Kalle, turning round with a disconsolate laugh. "For they ought, of course. But if the cork's once drawn, you know how it disappears." He reached out slowly for the corkscrew which hung on a nail. But Lasse would not hear of it; he would not taste the beverage for the world.
"Yes, it's right enough," said Kalle, "for the parson looked it up for me himself." "Well, well, then the time's gone quickly, and I shouldn't at all mind living a little longer, if it was God's will. But the grave's giving warning; I notice it in my eyelids." The old woman had a little difficulty in breathing, but kept on talking. "You're talking far too much, mother!" said Maria.
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