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They must bide their time; perhaps she would come to her senses, or something else might turn up. "Then there'd be coffee in bed on Sunday mornings!" said Pelle, with rapture. "Yes, and perhaps we'd get a little horse, and invite Brother Kalle for a drive now and then," added Lasse solemnly. At last it was really to be!
The cradle jolted with the over-vigorous rocking, and every time the rocking foot slipped from the footboard it struck on the floor with the sound of a sprung wooden shoe. Pelle jumped up "she bumped so," he said, bewildered. "What? No, you certainly dreamed that!" Kalle looked, smiling, under the rockers. "Bumped!" said Lasse. "That ought to suit you first-rate!
"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.
They must bide their time; perhaps she would come to her senses, or something else might turn up. "Then there'd be coffee in bed on Sunday mornings!" said Pelle, with rapture. "Yes, and perhaps we'd get a little horse, and invite Brother Kalle for a drive now and then," added Lasse solemnly. At last it was really to be!
"Just you come here, and I'll mother-in-law you!" said the old lady, with a feeble attempt to enter into the gaiety. "Well, welcome to this house then," she said, extending her hand. Kalle stretched his out first, but as soon as she touched it, she pushed it aside, saying: "Do you think I don't know you, you fool?"
Was black-currant rum a thing for a poor beggar like him to begin drinking and on a weekday, too? No, indeed! "Yes, and you'll be coming to the christening-party, you two, of course," said Kalle, relieved, putting the bottle into the cupboard. "But we'll have a 'cuckoo, for there's a drop of spirits left from Christmas Eve, and I expect mother'll give us coffee."
Well, Brother Kalle, he knew all sorts of conjuring-tricks too, but he didn't learn them abroad. They had heard nothing at all of Alfred at the funeral. He belongs to the fine folks now and has cut off all connection with his poor relations. He has been appointed to various posts of honor, and they say he's a regular bloodhound toward the poor a man's always worst toward his own kind.
Promise me now, Maria, that you won't go and ruin yourselves to make a fuss over a poor old soul like me! But you must ask the nearest neighbors in in the afternoon, with Lasse and Pelle, of course. And if you ask Hans Henrik, perhaps he'd bring his concertina with him, and you could have a dance in the barn." Kalle scratched the back of his head.
Devil take it, Kalle Karlsen, I'm of good family, too, look you! Well, then, ajoo!" Wearily he set about tramping home. He looked quite pitiful in his disappointment. "He's never looked so miserable in his life!" said Lasse, gazing after him, "and it takes something, too, to make Brother Kalle chuck his gun into the ditch!" Toward evening they went through the town to the steamer.
She felt Lasse's and Pelle's hands for a long time with her soft fingers before she let them go. "No, I don't know you!" she said. "It's Brother Lasse and his son down from Stone Farm," Kalle informed her at last. "Aye, is it really? Well, I never! And you've come over the sea too! Well, here am I, an old body, going about here quite alone; and I've lost my sight too."
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