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Fru Kongstrup gave him red-currant wine and cake, and the farmer gave him a two-krone piece. Then they went up to Kalle's by the quarry. Pelle was to exhibit himself in his new clothes, and say good-bye to them; there was only a fortnight to May Day. Lasse was going to take the opportunity of secretly obtaining information concerning a house that was for sale on the heath.
"Not so much as the smell of a one-ore! There must be a leak!" He examined the seams, held it close up to his eyes, and at last put his ear to it. "Upon my word, I seem to hear a two-krone talking to itself. It must be witchcraft!" He sighed and put his purse into his pocket. "You, you poor devil!" said Anders. "Have you ever spoken to a two-krone? No, I'm the man for you!"
"What are you so happy about, boy?" asked Ferdinand, stopping him. "You must have been up early then," said Pelle. "Yes, I left home at three last night. But now I've earned a day's wages, and can take it easy the rest of the day!" answered the boy, throwing the two-krone piece into the air and catching it again.
Ferdinand was crimson in the face, and stood swaying, ready to throw himself upon Pelle, while his gaze wandered round in search of a weapon. Then he hesitatingly drew the two-krone piece out of his pocket, and handed it to Pelle in sign of subjection. "You may keep it," said Pelle condescendingly. Ferdinand quickly pocketed it again, and began to brush the mud off his clothes.
"Give me my two-krone!" he said, smiling uncertainly. "What the devil I've given it you once!" said Ferdinand, pushing the boy aside roughly and beginning to walk on. The boy followed him and begged persistently for his money. Then he began to cry. "Give him his money!" said Pelle crossly. "It's not amusing now." "Amusing?" exclaimed Ferdinand, stopping abruptly and gazing at him in amazement.
"Not so much as the smell of a one-ore! There must be a leak!" He examined the seams, held it close up to his eyes, and at last put his ear to it. "Upon my word, I seem to hear a two-krone talking to itself. It must be witchcraft!" He sighed and put his purse into his pocket. "You, you poor devil!" said Anders. "Have you ever spoken to a two-krone? No, I'm the man for you!"
Ferdinand was crimson in the face, and stood swaying, ready to throw himself upon Pelle, while his gaze wandered round in search of a weapon. Then he hesitatingly drew the two-krone piece out of his pocket, and handed it to Pelle in sign of subjection. "You may keep it," said Pelle condescendingly. Ferdinand quickly pocketed it again, and began to brush the mud off his clothes.
And by the way, you might do me the favor to take back your two-krone. I don't owe any one anything." "Well, borrow it, then," said Pelle. "You can't go to town quite without money." "Do take it, won't you?" begged Ferdinand. "It isn't so easy for you to get hold of any as for any one else, and it was a little too mean the way I got it out of you.
"Give me my two-krone!" he said, smiling uncertainly. "What the devil I've given it you once!" said Ferdinand, pushing the boy aside roughly and beginning to walk on. The boy followed him and begged persistently for his money. Then he began to cry. "Give him his money!" said Pelle crossly. "It's not amusing now." "Amusing?" exclaimed Ferdinand, stopping abruptly and gazing at him in amazement.
Now give me the bottle and I'll take it out to your mistress without letting any one see." He laughed heartily. Pelle handed him the bottle there stood money in piles on the writing-table, thick round two-krone pieces one upon another! Then why didn't Father Lasse get the money in advance that he had begged for? The mistress now came in, and the farmer at once went and shut the window.
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