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And he's fit to cry inside of him because he mustn't lay his head there. I, too, have known what it is to give joy, in my young days." Hanne blushed from her bosom upward. She threw a kerchief over her bosom and ran into the kitchen. The mother looked after her. "She's got a skin as tender as that of a king's daughter. Wouldn't one think she was a cuckoo's child? Her father couldn't stand her.
"For the love of God, speak not such words in the house of the Red Axe!" But, like an ill-governed child, I was cruel because I knew my power, and so made sure that Hanne would do what I asked. "Well, then, bring the sop quickly," said I, "or by Peter-and-Paul I will speak to my father. He and I can well be doing with beaten cakes made crisp on the iron girdle. In these you have great skill."
And this is the whole tale of how the Little Playmate came to dwell with us in the Red Tower. Just as clearly do I remember the next morning. The Little Playmate lay by me on my bed, wrapped in one of my childish night-gowns which old Hanne had sought out for her the night before. It was a brisk, chill, nippy daybreak, and I had piled most of the bedclothes upon her.
Hanne was silent and absent; Pelle took her hand in order to make her run up a hillock, but she did not at first notice that he was touching her, and the hand was limp and clammy. She walked on as in a sleep, her whole bearing lifeless and taciturn. "She's dreaming!" said Pelle, and released her hand, offended. It fell lifelessly to her side.
All right enough, no doubt; but what I do say is, that it don't lead to nothink. Whereas 'Whereas Mr. Rowley's? I put in. 'My Viscount? said he. 'Well, sir, I DID say it; and now that I've seen you, I say it again! I could not refrain from smiling at this outburst, and the rascal caught me in the mirror and smiled to me again. 'I'd say it again, Mr. Hanne, he said.
"No, thanks, Marie; Hanne and her mother look after that." "But that's not work for the Princess I can do it much better." "The Princess?" said Pelle, raising his head. "Is that what they call her?" "Only us children we don't mean it unkindly. But we always played at there being a princess when she was with us and she was always the princess. But do you know what?
Hanne laughed, a clear, innocent laugh, but suddenly broken off. "No, Pelle, no, what should I have to do with him? I have never even seen him before. I have never even once kissed a man yes, you, but you are my brother." "I don't particularly care about being your brother not a straw, and you know that!" "Have I done anything to offend you? I'm sorry if I have." She seized his hand.
They didn't know themselves, there were so many of them! Hanne and her mother were invited too, but they had gone to bed early they were not inclined for sociability. One after another they were pulled into the room, and they came with cheerful faces. Marie turned the lamp out and went in to light up the Christmas tree. They sat in silence and expectation.
"Why are you stopping here, you?" she said eagerly. "We are waiting for you!" "I can't get up!" replied Pelle piteously. "Pipman went out overnight with my trousers on and hasn't come back, so I lay down to sleep again!" Hanne broke into a ringing laugh. "What if he never comes back at all? You'll have to lie in bed always, like Mother Jahn!" At this Pelle laughed too.
The men stand waiting for her; when one releases her ten spring forward, and this evening Hanne wants to dance with them all. Every one of them should be permitted to warm himself by her! Her eyes are like sparks in the darkness; her silent demeanor excites them; they swing her round more and more wildly. Those who cannot dance with her must slake the fire within them with drink.
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