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We have always held to the same course, and everything that we have won we have taken on account." "Yes, that's true," interrupted Frau Stolpe. "When I look back to those early years and then consider these I can scarcely believe it's true.
He could see that Stolpe, in his integrity, would consider it his duty to treat his brother more harshly than others, dearly as he loved him; perhaps he himself would undertake the picketing of the place where his brother went to work. Out by the lakes he met a squad of pickets who were on their way out of the city; he accompanied them for some distance, in order to make certain arrangements.
Long live Stolpe! One must show respect to Stolpe, the veteran!" "That may be all very fine," muttered Albert Olsen, "but the slater, he climbs the highest." He was sitting with sunken head, staring angrily before him. "To be sure he climbs highest," said the women. "No one says he doesn't." "Leave him alone," said Otto; "he's had a drop too much!"
He was leaning against the edge of the party-wall, which projected upward about eighteen inches. Close behind him was empty space. "For God's sake don't call him," said Mother Stolpe, under her breath; "and catch hold of him before he wakes." But Otto went straight up to his comrade. "Hullo, mate! Time's up!" he cried. "Righto!" said the Vanisher, and he rose to his feet.
The bird sat on his red ear and fixed its claws in his hair, then hopped onto his arm and along it onto the table. Stolpe kept on asking it, "What would you like to smoke, Hansie?" "Peep!" replied the canary, every time. Then they all laughed. "Hansie would like a pipe!" "How clever he is, to answer like that!" said the women. "Clever? ay, and he's sly too!
"It's a pity about him," said Stolpe; "he's an old mate of mine, and he's always been a good comrade till now. Now they'll give it him hard in the paper we are compelled to. It does the trade no good when one of its representatives goes and turns traitor." Madame Stolpe was unhappy.
I say, that queer fellow Brun, I think you call him doesn't he live with you?" "He isn't a queer fellow," said Pelle, laughing. "We can go up and see him." Brun and Stolpe very soon found something to talk about. They were of the same age, and had witnessed the first days of the Movement, each from his own side.
"They must come of their own accord," she said decidedly. She did not mind for herself, but they had looked down upon Pelle, so it was not more than fair that they should come and make it up. "But I have sent for them," said Pelle. "That was what Lasse Frederik went about. You mustn't have a baby without help from your mother." In less than a couple of hours Madam Stolpe had arrived.
Ah, here are the masons, with all the old veterans at their head those have been in the movement since the beginning! Look, how steady on his leg is old Stolpe! And the slaters, with the Vanishing Man at their head they look as if they don't much care about walking on the level earth! And here are the sawyers, and the brewers, and the chair-makers!
Boy Comfort is in the fields from morning to night, helping Grandfather Stolpe to build the new workmen's houses. A fine help his is! When Ellen fetches him in to meals, he is so dirty that she nearly loses all patience. "I wonder how Old Brun is!" says Ellen suddenly, in the middle of her work. "We haven't heard from him now for three days. It's quite sad to think he's so far away.
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