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She felt Lasse's and Pelle's hands for a long time with her soft fingers before she let them go. "No, I don't know you!" she said. "It's Brother Lasse and his son down from Stone Farm," Kalle informed her at last. "Aye, is it really? Well, I never! And you've come over the sea too! Well, here am I, an old body, going about here quite alone; and I've lost my sight too."
I shall pick him up and hold him out at arm's length dangling in the air until he begs for mercy; and then I shall put him down again just as quietly. For Lasse doesn't like being angry. Lasse's a decent fellow." "Then you must pretend to let him go while you're holding him high up in the air; and then he'll scream and think he's going to die, and the others'll come and laugh at him."
Outdoors in the beer-garden Swedish punch was served, and Lasse's spirits began to rise. He tried to play at skittles he had never done so before; and he plucked up courage to utter witticisms. The others laughed, and Lasse drew himself up and came out of his shell. "Splendid people, the Copenhageners!" he whispered to Pelle.
"Go away from your sister Lasse Frederik!" said his mother. "You are frightening her!" But things were quite different only a month later. There was no one who understood Young Lasse's doings better than sister. If he did but move his plump little body, or uttered a sound, she twittered like a starling. Ellen's frozen expression had disappeared; now that she had something to work at again.
But he shouldn't have a single one of the nails Pelle had filled his pockets with down in the timber-yard; and when the king's wife brought them coffee in the morning before they were up But here both his tears and his happy imaginings ceased, for out of a tavern at the top of the street came Father Lasse's own living self. He looked in excellent spirits and held a bottle in his hand.
Lasse's knuckles were poised in the air two or three times before they fell upon the door; and then he stood with his forehead close to the panel and listened. "There's no one there," he whispered irresolutely. "Just go in!" exclaimed Pelle. "We can't stand here all day." "Then you can go first, if you think you know better how to behave!" said Lasse, offended.
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.
"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.
And the dream of Lasse's life was about to be fulfilled: he could now put his feet under his own table. He had become a landowner into the bargain, if one didn't use the term too precisely; and Pelle himself why, he was a landowner's son! By nine o'clock in the evening he had finished everything, and was able to get off; his blood was pulsing with excitement.... Would there be horses?
But he shouldn't have a single one of the nails Pelle had filled his pockets with down in the timber-yard; and when the king's wife brought them coffee in the morning before they were up But here both his tears and his happy imaginings ceased, for out of a tavern at the top of the street came Father Lasse's own living self. He looked in excellent spirits and held a bottle in his hand.
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