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"Go you across, Mons, and get the girls to make a mustard- plaster that we can stick on the pit of his stomach; that's where the pain is." When Mons came back with the plaster, they went up in a procession to put it on, the farmer himself leading. Kongstrup was well aware of the bailiff's angry looks, which plainly said, "Another waste of work for the sake of a foolish prank!"
"It sometimes happens too, that a man gets tired of the single state," began Lasse once more, but at once gave up trying to go on. No matter how he began, he went round and round the thing and got no hold anywhere! And now Kongstrup began to read again. A tiny question from him might have led to the very middle of it; but he only filled his mouth full and began munching quite hard.
"Yes, he knows exactly what's required for an elopement," answered Kongstrup merrily. "Even to a ladder, which he's dragged up to the girl's window, although it's on a level with the ground. I wish he were only half as thorough in his agriculture." "What's to be done now? I suppose they must be searched for?" asked the head man. "Well, I don't know.
Pelle wanted to go, but she stopped him. "You've got some things for me, haven't you?" she said. "I've received the things," said Kongstrup. "You shall have them when the boy's gone." But she remained at the door. She would keep the boy there to be a witness that her husband withheld from her things that were to be used in the kitchen; every one should know it.
"Oh, I kicked the parson's son." "And what did you do that for?" "Because he wouldn't fight, but threw himself down." Fru Kongstrup laughed and nudged her husband. "Yes, of course. But what had he done to you?" "He'd said bad things about Father Lasse." "What were the things?" Pelle looked hard at her; she meant to get to the bottom of everything. "I won't tell you!" he said firmly.
Lasse had his hot drink, even before the boy returned; and every day while he kept his bed he had something strengthening although there was no black-currant rum in it. During this time Pelle went up to the mistress nearly every day. Kongstrup had gone on business to Copenhagen.
Meanwhile the work suffered, and the bailiff was angry. He did not at all like the new way Kongstrup was introducing with liberty for every one to say and do exactly as they liked. "Go in and pull Gustav out of bed!" he said, in the afternoon, when they were in the threshing-barn, winnowing grain. "And if he won't put his own clothes on, dress him by force."
Lasse felt himself to be the man of the company, and was not afraid of giving a hit at any one. "Hans Peter is fifteen," said Kongstrup reprovingly, "and passion rages in his heart." He said this with such comical gravity that they all burst into laughter, except Gustav, who sat blinking his eyes and nodding his head like a drunken man. "You shall hear what he says. This lay upon his bed."
Lasse kept excited watch from the stable, and the girls had collected in the wash-house. What would happen now? They all expected some terrible outbreak. But nothing happened. Now, when Fru Kongstrup had the right to shake heaven and earth so faithlessly had they treated her now she was silent.
He's not like our family; it must be from yours, Maria, that he's got that carriage." "He's a Kongstrup," said Kalle, in a low tone. "Oh, indeed, is he?" said Lasse hesitatingly, recollecting Johanna Pihl's story. "Maria was housemaid at the farm, and he talked her over as he has done with so many. It was before my time, and he did what he ought."
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