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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Now, mother, give over!" said Carpenter Stolpe; "don't you see they're sitting laughing at you? And we ought to see about getting home presently." He looked a trifle injured. "What, are you going already?" said Stolpe. "Why, bless my soul, it's quite late already. But we must have another song first." "It'll be daylight soon," said Madam Stolpe; she was so tired that she was nodding.
Something big must happen in return! A few of the men had brought out sandwiches and began to eat them as they debated. "Good digestion!" said Pelle, nodding farewell to them. His mouth was watering, and he remembered that he had had nothing to eat or drink. But he had no time to think about it; he must go to Stolpe to arrange about the posting of the pickets.
"I am really looking for my own basket of food," said Pelle, lying down beside them. "Now look here, you are the deuce of a fellow," said Stolpe, suddenly laughing. It wasn't very wise of you, really but that's all one to me. But what you have done to-day no one else could do. The whole thing went like a dance! Not a sign of wobbling in the ranks!
But that day lay still in the remote future, and, on the other hand, it was no more expensive to live with a companion than alone if that companion was a good and saving wife. If a man meant to enjoy some little share of the joy of life, he must close his eyes and leap over all obstacles, and for once put his trust in the exceptional. "It'll soon be better, too," said Mason Stolpe.
He was greatly pleased with Pelle. And he secretly admired his daughter more than ever. "You see, mother, there's something in that lass! She understands how to pick a man for himself!" he would cry enthusiastically. "Yes; I've nothing against him, either," Madam Stolpe would reply. "A bit countrified still, but of course he's growing out of it." "Countrified? He?
Lasse moved his lips as though he, too, were reading the notice through. "Yes, devilish good, and they know how to put these things," he said, delighted. "But what's wrong with Petersen is he going to resign?" asked Stolpe. "He is ill," replied Pelle. "But I wasn't there last night, so I don't know anything about it." Stolpe gazed at him, astonished.
She was much moved, and to hide it she began turning the house inside out for clean cloths and binders, scolding all the time. A nice time, indeed, to send for anybody, when it was all over! Father Stolpe was harder. He was not one to come directly he was whistled for! But two or three evenings after the baby had arrived, Pelle ran up against him hanging about a little below the house.
Yes, yes, one has to be a diplomatist and set a fox to catch a fox. Now you write what I tell you! I'll give you an example. Now " Stolpe paced up and down the room a while, with a thoughtful expression; he was in shirt-sleeves and slippers and had thrust both his forefingers in his waistcoat pockets. "Are you ready, son-in-law? Then we'll begin!"
Stople's writing-table had been turned into a side-board, and the brothers were opening bottles of beer and politely pressing everybody: "Do take a sandwich with it you'll get a dry throat standing so long and saying nothing." In the best room Stolpe was pacing up and down and muttering.
And while the drinking-bowl made its cheerful round, Stolpe struck up with the Song of the Mason: "The man up there in snowy cap and blouse, He is a mason, any fool could swear. Just give him stone and lime, he'll build a house Fine as a palace, up in empty air! Down in the street below stands half the town: Ah, ah! Na, na! The scaffold sways, but it won't fall down!
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