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One doesn't move from one's own choice into such a mixed louse's nest, but one ends up there all the same. And is there anybody here who is really sure of his daily bread? Yes, Olsens with the warm wall, but they've got their daughter's shame to thank for that." "All the more reason to set to work," said Pelle. "Yes, you may well say that!
One doesn't move from one's own choice into such a mixed louse's nest, but one ends up there all the same. And is there anybody here who is really sure of his daily bread? Yes, Olsens with the warm wall, but they've got their daughter's shame to thank for that." "All the more reason to set to work," said Pelle. "Yes, you may well say that!
It was almost a little too lifelike; even the smell of pancakes came drifting down from where the well-to-do Olsens lived, so that one could hardly call it a real fairy tale.
Olsen had at first come about her early and late, and overwhelmed her with advice and criticism. Both Sören and his wife were many a time heartily tired of her; but they owed the Olsens so much. Little by little, however, the old lady's zeal cooled down.
He held his hand in front of his mouth like a speaking-trumpet in order to shout above the noise. "Mother's coming up behind you with the Olsens," he roared. "I can't hear what he says at all," said Madam Johnsen. She didn't care about meeting people out of the "Ark" to-day. When the coffee was finished they wandered up and down between the booths and amused themselves by watching the crowd.
It was almost a little too lifelike; even the smell of pancakes came drifting down from where the well-to-do Olsens lived, so that one could hardly call it a real fairy tale.
He held his hand in front of his mouth like a speaking-trumpet in order to shout above the noise. "Mother's coming up behind you with the Olsens," he roared. "I can't hear what he says at all," said Madam Johnsen. She didn't care about meeting people out of the "Ark" to-day. When the coffee was finished they wandered up and down between the booths and amused themselves by watching the crowd.
On such occasions she put her economy aside, and the satisfaction she felt in finding, an opening for all her energies made her positively amiable. After all, the Sheriff's post was a good one, and the Olsens had always had a little property besides, which, however, they never talked about. So the wedding came off, and a splendid wedding it was.
By the door where the wall of the room was papered with old numbers of the Morgenbladet, I could distinguish clearly a notice from the Director of Lighthouses, and a little to the left of that an inflated advertisement of Fabian Olsens' new-baked bread. The instant I opened my eyes I began, from sheer force of habit, to think if I had anything to rejoice over that day.
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