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Now Stolpe came back; he was ready! Pelle had only to button his collar for him. He took Lasse's hand and then went to fetch The Working Man. "Now you just ought to hear this, what they say of your son," he said, and began to read: "Our young party-member, Pelle, to-day celebrates his nuptials with the daughter of one of the oldest and most respected members of the party, Mason Stolpe.
"She's a good girl, that she is," said Lasse, feeling in his sack. "She shall have a present. There's a red apple," he said to Marie, when she returned; "you must eat it, and then you'll be my sweetheart." Marie smiled gravely and looked at Pelle. They borrowed the old clothes dealer's handcart and went across to the apple barges to fetch Lasse's belongings.
The landscape was only half revealed by the summer night, but it was all as familiar as the mends in the back of Father Lasse's waistcoat, although he had never been here before. The poverty-stricken landscape spoke to him as with a mother's voice.
I can see him still so plainly he had a love-affair with Madam Olsen for some time, but then bo'sun Olsen came home unexpectedly; they thought he'd remain abroad." Pelle laughed. Much water had run into the sea since those days. Now he was no longer ashamed of Father Lasse's foolish prank. Light was gleaming from the booths in the garden.
Who but the neighbor would keep the hens that ate their grain at home and laid their eggs at the neighbor's? There had as yet been no opportunity to visit Lasse's brother beyond the stone-quarry, but it was to be done on the second day of the new year.
And Maria stared at him with eyes that were just as big, and said: "Yah! you want to fight, do you?" It quite warmed Lasse's heart to see their happiness. "How's the farmer at Stone Farm? I suppose he's got over the worst now, hasn't he?" said Kalle. "Well, I think he's as much a man as he'll ever be. A thing like that leaves its mark upon any one," answered Lasse.
Pelle was to mind the young cattle, so this would be his last free day, perhaps for the whole summer. He paused outside the stall where his father sat. "What are you going to kill him with, father?" "With the hammer, I suppose." "Will you kill him quite dead, as dead as a dog?" Lasse's nod boded ill to the pupil. "Yes, indeed I shall!" "But who'll read the names for us then?"
The time had slipped past so.... He had meant to defer the disagreeable business of washing only for a few days and now it had mounted up to fourteen! His body had a horrible crawling feeling; was his punishment come upon him because he had turned a deaf ear to the voice of conscience, and had ignored Father Lasse's warning, that disgrace awaited those who did not keep themselves clean?
O does he think of me, my only joy, Who have no other treasure here below? Long time have we been parted by mishap: I'm tired of picking rags and sick of song; God who sees all reward you all ere long: O drop a trifle in poor Lasse's cap!" When Lasse had finished his song the people clapped and threw down coins wrapped in paper, and he went round picking them up.
"No, you can see they haven't the curtain has to go up first." There was a hole in the curtain, and a finger came through it, and began to turn from side to side, pointing at the spectators. Lasse laughed. "That's devilish funny!" he cried, slapping his thighs, as the finger continued to point. "It hasn't begun yet," said Pelle. "Is that so?" This damped Lasse's spirits a little.
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