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Updated: May 5, 2025
Samuelsen turned his head he could read the couplet on the busy lips, and follow the song "Little Pitter Nilken, Sitting on his chair" It was enough to drive one mad. "He's always growing smaller The longer he sits there." The newly married couple got in, and the carriage rolled off through the town. Mrs.
A group of small boys were naturally standing round the carriage, partly to see the horses, and partly to have a good look at the dreaded Pitter Nilken. Suddenly one of the young rascals took it into his head to repeat the well-known irritating verse not exactly singing out loud, but only barely moving his lips. The idea was soon caught up by his comrades, and wherever the unhappy Mr.
Little Pitter Nilken had arrived at that stage of shriveldom, at which both fruits and people cannot hold out much longer without a change. He still managed to swing himself over the counter as lightly as a cork when the enemy became too troublesome, and the redoubtable iron ruler had lost none of its gruesome terrors. Mrs. Worse, on the contrary, had become rather stout in the course of years.
Worse began to give an explanation of her affairs, according to the calculations of Pitter Nilken, the Consul's manner changed, and he got up, walked round the table, and seated himself near her. He calmly and patiently examined each paper, went through the calculations and figures, and at last read the draught of a guarantee which Samuelsen had made, with the greatest attention.
And there, there was laughing, story-telling, drinking of healths, and rejoicing, until Pitter Nilken was quite overcome, and offered of his own accord to sing "The Knife-Grinder's Courtship" a song which had been a great favourite in the days of his youth.
Samuelsen had also his own private enemies to contend against, and these consisted of nearly all the school children in the town. It had always been, and was still, a favourite amusement for the children to "Sing for Pitter Nilken." The game was carried on in the following manner.
Boys and girls all assembled, the more the merrier, generally in the dusk of the evening, and sneaked quietly down into the alley at the back of the Worses' house, and when they got under Samuelsen's shop-window, they began singing, to a well-known air "Little Pitter Nilken, Sitting on his chair! He's always growing smaller, The longer he sits there."
Peter Samuelsen, commonly known as Pitter Nilken, the manager of the small shop in the back premises. Worse's property had consisted of an entire building, of which the front looked out towards the sea and the quay where the steamers were moored, and at the back was a little dark lane, where Pitter Nilken had his shop.
"Who has assisted you with all this, Mrs. Worse?" he asked. "Mr. Samuelsen," she answered, somewhat anxiously. "Samuelsen? Samuelsen?" repeated the Consul. "Yes, that is to say, Pitter Nilken. Perhaps you know him better by that name." "Ah yes! the little man in the shop. H'm! Does Mr. Samuelsen wish to go into partnership with you?" "No.
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