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Updated: May 12, 2025
At the sight of her tears the children became serious, and for a while the work went on briskly. But soon they were on the floor again chasing each other; and by accident Kristian kicked the lamp, which fell down and broke. This put an end to their wildness; the darkness fixed them to the spot; they dared not move. "Ditte take me," came wailingly from each corner. Ditte opened the trap-door.
The window above, too, it was Kristian Koppig who noticed that, opened a wee bit, like the shell of a terrapin; Presently the manager lifted his foot and put forward an arm, as though he would enter the gate by pushing, but as quick as gunpowder it clapped in his face! You could hear the fleeing feet of Zalli pounding up the staircase.
The morning wore away, and their casement remained closed. "They are offended," said Kristian Koppig, leaving the house, and wandering up to the little Protestant affair known as Christ Church. "No, possibly they are not," he said, returning and finding the shutters thrown back.
But sister helped him to finish, and then it was happily over. Kristian had gulped his share in a couple of spoonfuls, and stood by the door, ready to run off to the beach already longing for something new. They were each given a red apple, and shown politely to the door; the old couple were tired. Povl put his cheek on the old woman's skirt. "Me likes you!" said he. "God bless you, little one!
It was the fisher-people's custom to put aside some of the catch before it was delivered to the inn-keeper, and one day Ditte took a beautiful thick plaice, and told Kristian to run with it to the old couple. "But they mustn't know that it is from us," said she. "They'll be having their after-dinner nap, so you can easily leave it without their seeing you."
A young Creole's laugh mayhap a little loud, and truly there were many sword-canes. But neither grace nor foulness satisfied the eye of the zealous young Dutchman. Suddenly a muffled woman passed him, leaning on a gentleman's arm. It looked like it must be, Madame John. Speak quick, Kristian Koppig; do not stop to notice the man! "Madame John" bowing "I am your neighbor, Kristian Koppig."
He waited a moment, politely cursed the dust, knocked again, threw his slender sword-cane under his arm, and wiped the inside of his hat with his handkerchief. Madame John held a parley with him at the wicket. 'Tite Poulette was nowhere seen. He stood at the gate while Madame John went up-stairs. Kristian Koppig knew him. He knew him as one knows a snake. He was the manager of the Salle de Condé.
It made the gentle Dutchman miserable not to be minding his own business, and yet "But the woman certainly will not attempt" said he to himself "no, no! she cannot." Not being able to guess what he meant, I cannot say whether she could or not. I know that next day Kristian Koppig, glancing eagerly over the "Ami des Lois," read an advertisement which he had always before skipped with a frown.
After the old people had gone to bed they went to rest early Ditte took a pail of water and a scrubbing brush, and some sand in her pinafore, and crept up. Kristian stood outside at home, waiting for her. He was not allowed to go with her, for fear of disturbing the old couple he was so noisy.
Kristian knew what it meant, and they buried their heads underneath the bedclothes, whispering. It was Jacob, the fisherman, creeping about upstairs, listening to what they said. He always stole about, trying to find out from the talk a certain word he could use to drive the devil out of the inn-keeper.
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