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Updated: May 12, 2025
The bells of the Cathedral and the Ursulines' chapel were ringing for high mass, and a mocking-bird, perching on a chimney-top above Madame John's rooms, was carolling, whistling, mewing, chirping, screaming, and trilling with the ecstasy of a whole May in his throat. "Oh! sleepy Kristian Koppig," was the young man's first thought, " such a dunce!" Madame John and daughter did not go to mass.
"Run, Monsieur, run!" she cried, trying to drag him; but Monsieur Dutchman would not. "Run, Monsieur! Oh, my God! it is 'Sieur" "That for yesterday!" cried the manager, striking fiercely with his cane. Kristian Koppig's fist rolled him in the dirt. "That for 'Tite Poulette!" cried another man dealing the Dutchman a terrible blow from behind.
There's been nothing the matter with her this winter that I know of." "Well, you may be sure there's something," said the old woman positively. "Let one of the children run over there in the morning." "Yes, if you've had warning. Jacob Kristian gave good enough warning himself when he went and died. But we were good friends for many years, he and me." "Did he show himself?" asked Lasse solemnly.
Granny had given it to her once in their well-to-do-days, and she had kept it faithfully through all temptations up to now. It was to have bought her so many beautiful things, and now it had to go to save little Kristian from a whipping. Slowly she kneeled down in front of the hole at the foot of the wall where it was hidden, and took the stone away; it really hurt her to do it.
Then Kristian laughed he knew better. "It was Ditte!" he burst out. He put his hand to his mouth next moment, but it was too late. "But Ditte isn't a fairy!" broke out sister Else, offended. They all three laughed at her until she began to cry, and had to be comforted with a cake. On their way home, whom should they meet but Uncle Johannes, who was looking for their house.
When Ditte got as far as the willows, she hid the basket in them. She had only used the shop as an excuse to get away from home and look for the boy, without the father knowing anything was wrong. A short distance along the highroad lived some of Kristian's school-fellows, and she went there to make inquiries. Kristian had not been at school that day.
'That's strange! I said to Maria, and got into bed again; but I'd scarcely got the clothes over me, when there was a knocking for the third time. "I was cross then, and lighted the lantern and went round the house; but there was nothing either to be seen or heard. But in the morning there came word to say that Jacob Kristian had died in the night just at that time."
"Mind what you're doing, you little monkey, or I'll come after you!" said Lars Peter with a terrible roar. The boy laughed and hid behind the well. Lars Peter caught him and put him on one shoulder, and his sister on the other. "We'll go in the fields," said he. Ditte and Kristian went with him, it would be their last walk there; involuntarily they each took hold of his coat.
Four days and nights this head touched not a pillow." "And they died!" said Kristian Koppig. "The third night the gentleman went. Poor Senor! 'Sieur John, he did not know the harm, gave him some coffee and toast! The fourth night it rained and turned cool, and just before day the poor lady" "Died!" said Koppig. Zalli dropped her arms listlessly into her lap and her eyes ran brimful.
Kristian Koppig, simple, slow-thinking young Dutchman, never noticing that he staid at home with his window darkened for the very purpose, would see her come to her window and look out with a little wild, alarmed look in her magnificent eyes, and go and come again, and again, until the mother, like a storm-driven bird, came panting home. Two or three months went by.
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