Part 29 (1/2)

La.s.se went out, but came back again. Pelle was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying; it was the first time Father La.s.se had gone out without taking him with him.

”Now you must be a good boy and go to bed,” he said gravely. ”Or else I shall stay at home with you; but if I do, it may spoil things for us both.”

So Pelle thought better of it and began to undress; and at last La.s.se got off.

When La.s.se reached Madam Olsen's house, it was shut up and in darkness.

He recognized it easily from Pelle's descriptions, and walked round it two or three times to see how the walls stood. Both timber and plaster looked good, and there was a fair-sized piece of ground belonging to it, just big enough to allow of its being attended to on Sundays, so that one could work for a daily wage on weekdays.

La.s.se knocked at the door, and a little while after a white form appeared at the window, and asked who was there.

”It's Pelle's father, La.s.se Karlsson,” said La.s.se, stepping out into the moonlight.

The door was unbolted, and a soft voice said: ”Come inside! Don't stand out there in the cold!” and La.s.se stepped over the threshold. There was a smell of sleep in the room, and La.s.se had an idea where the alcove was, but could see nothing. He heard the breathing as of a stout person drawing on stockings. Then she struck a match and lighted the lamp.

They shook hands, and looked at one another as they did so. She wore a skirt of striped bed-ticking, which kept her night-jacket together, and had a blue night-cap on her head. She had strong-looking limbs and a good bust, and her face gave a good impression. She was the kind of woman that would not hurt a fly if she were not put upon; but she was not a toiler--she was too soft for that.

”So this is Pelle's father!” she said. ”It's a young son you've got. But do sit down!”

La.s.se blinked his eyes a little. He had been afraid that she would think him old.

”Yes, he's what you'd call a late-born child; but I'm still able to do a man's work in more ways than one.”

She laughed while she busied herself in placing on the table cold bacon and pork sausage, a dram, bread and a saucer of dripping. ”But now you must eat!” she said. ”That's what a man's known by. And you've come a long way.”

It only now occurred to La.s.se that he must give some excuse for his visit. ”I ought really to be going again at once. I only wanted to come down and thank you for your kindness to the boy.” He even got up as if to go.

”Oh, but what nonsense!” she exclaimed, pus.h.i.+ng him down into his chair again. ”It's very plain, but do take some.” She pressed the knife into his hand, and eagerly pushed the food in front of him. Her whole person radiated warmth and kind-heartedness as she stood close to him and attended to his wants; and La.s.se enjoyed it all.

”You must have been a good wife to your husband,” he said.

”Yes, that's true enough!” she said, as she sat down and looked frankly at him. ”He got all that he could want, and almost more, when he was on sh.o.r.e. He stayed in bed until dinner, and I looked after him like a little child; but he never gave me a hand's turn for it, and at last one gets tired.”

”That was wrong of him,” said La.s.se; ”for one good action deserves another. I don't think Bengta would have anything like that to say of me if she was asked.”

”Well, there's certainly plenty to do in a house, when there's a man that has the will to help. I've only one cow, of course, for I can't manage more; but two might very well be kept, and there's no debt on the place.”

”I'm only a poor devil compared to you!” said La.s.se despondently.

”Altogether I've got fifty krones, and we both have decent clothes to put on; but beyond that I've only got a pair of good hands.”

”And I'm sure that's worth a good deal! And I should fancy you're not afraid of fetching a pail of water or that sort of thing, are you?”

”No, I'm not. And I'm not afraid of a cup of coffee in bed on a Sunday morning, either.”

She laughed. ”Then I suppose I ought to have a kiss!” she said.

”Yes, I suppose you ought,” said La.s.se delighted, and kissed her. ”And now we may hope for happiness and a blessing for all three of us. I know you're fond of the laddie.”

There still remained several things to discuss, there was coffee to be drunk, and La.s.se had to see the cow and the way the house was arranged.