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He lay nibbling and swallowing while he read, and never looked at Lasse and Pelle, or asked them what they wanted, or said anything to give them a start. It was like being sent out to plough without knowing where. He must have been in the middle of something very exciting. "Well, what do you want?" asked Kongstrup at last in slow tones.
Suppose we go back and get Kongstrup to put in a good word for us with the parson." Lasse stood and held one handle of the chest. Pelle sat on as if he had not heard, and then he silently took hold, and they toiled along on their weary way homeward across the fields. Every other minute Pelle was tired and had to rest; now that they were going home, Lasse was the more enduring.
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.
"Yes, that's what he never ought to have done!" answered Lasse plaintively. Fru Kongstrup fixed her eyes upon him. "No, for all that the poorer birds are for is to be pecked at! Well, I prefer the bird that pecks back again and defends its nest, no matter how poor it is. Well, well, we shall see! And is that boy going to be confirmed? Why, of course! To think that I should be so forgetful!
It was easy to see why she had come home; she could not live without him! But Kongstrup did not seem to be nearly so pleased about it. He had put away his high spirits and retired into his shell once more. When he was going about like this, he often looked as if there was something invisible lying in ambush for him and he was afraid of being taken unawares.
"And how are things going here?" inquired Pelle. "Well, Erik has got his speech back and is beginning to be a man again he can make himself understood. And Kongstrup and his wife, they drink one against the other." "They drink together, do they, like the wooden shoemaker and his old woman?"
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."
Up in the office Hans Peter received a thrashing that could be heard, and was then let out into the yard, where he wandered about crying and ashamed, until he began to play with Pelle behind the cow-stable. Bodil was treated more severely. It must have been the strange farmer who required that she should be instantly dismissed, for Kongstrup was not usually a hard man.
She was going away to-day, the false wretch who had let herself be drawn into deceiving one who had been a mother to her! Fru Kongstrup must be going with them down to the steamer, as the closed carriage was going. Lasse went into the bedroom to arrange one or two things so that he could slip out in the evening without Pelle noticing it.
Up in the office Hans Peter received a thrashing that could be heard, and was then let out into the yard, where he wandered about crying and ashamed, until he began to play with Pelle behind the cow-stable. Bodil was treated more severely. It must have been the strange farmer who required that she should be instantly dismissed, for Kongstrup was not usually a hard man.
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