"If you"ll be really good and not tell any one, I"ll take you out for a drive," said Ditte, dressing them in their best clothes. These were of many colors, their mother having made them from odd sc.r.a.ps of material, taken from the rag and bone man"s cart.
"Oh--to the market?" shouted Kristian, beginning to jump again.
"No, to the forest," said the little sister, stroking Ditte"s cheeks beseechingly with her dirty little hands, which were blue with cold.
She had seen it from afar, and longed to go there.
"Yes, to the forest. But you must be good; it"s a long way."
"May we tell p.u.s.s.y?" Soster looked at Ditte with her big expressive eyes.
"Yes, and papa," Kristian joined in with.
"Yes, but not any one else," Ditte impressed upon them. "Now remember that!"
The two little ones were put into the wheelbarrow, and Kristian held on to the side, and thus they set off. There was snow everywhere, the bushes were weighted down with it, and on the cart track the ice cracked under the wheel. It was all so jolly, the black crows, the magpies which screamed at them from the thorn-bushes, and the rime which suddenly dropped from the trees, right on to their heads.
It was three miles to the forest, but Ditte was used to much longer distances, and counted this as nothing. Kristian and Soster took turns in walking, Povl wanted to walk in the snow too, but was told to stay where he was and be good.
All went well until they had got halfway. Then the little ones began to tire of it, asking impatiently for the forest. They were cold, and Ditte had to stop every other moment to rub their fingers. The sun had melted the snow, making it dirty and heavy under foot, and she herself was getting tired. She tried to cheer them up, and trailed on a little further; but outside the bailiff"s farm they all came to a hopeless standstill. A big fierce dog thought their hesitation suspicious and barred their way.
Per Nielsen came out on the porch to see why the dog barked so furiously; he at once saw what had happened, and took the children indoors. It was dinner-time, the wife was in the kitchen frying bacon and apples together. It smelt delicious. She thawed their frozen fingers in cold water; when they were all right again, all three stood round the fire. Ditte tried to get them away, but they were hungry.
"You shall have some too," said the bailiff"s wife, "but sit down on that bench and be good; you"re in my way." They were each given a piece of cake, and then seated at the scoured table. They had never been out before, their eyes went greedily from one thing to another, as they were eating; on the walls hung copperware, which shone like the sun, and on the fire was a big bright copper kettle with a cover to the spout. It was like a huge hen sitting on eggs.
When they had finished their meal, Per Nielsen took them out and showed them the little pigs, lying like rolls of sausages round the mother. Then they went into the house again, and the wife gave them apples and cakes, but the best of all came last, when Per Nielsen harnessed the beautiful spring-cart to drive them home. The wheelbarrow was put in the back, so that too got a drive. The little ones laughed so much that it caught in their throats.
"Stupid children, coming out like that all alone," said the bailiff"s wife, as she stood wrapping them up. "Fortunately "twas more good luck than management that you came here." And they all agreed that the return to the Crow"s Nest was much grander than the set-off.
The trip had been glorious, but now there was work to be done. The mother had not taken picnics into account, and had put a large bundle of rags out on the threshing-floor to be sorted, all the wool to be separated from the cotton. Kristian and Soster could give a helping hand if they liked; but they would not be serious today.
They were excited by the trip, and threw the rags at each other"s heads. "Now, you mustn"t fight," repeated Ditte every minute, but it did no good.
When darkness fell, they had only half finished. Ditte fetched the little lamp, in which they used half oil and half petroleum, and went on working; she cried despairingly when she found that they could not finish by the time her parents would return. At the sight of her tears the children became serious, and for a while the work went on briskly. But soon they were on the floor again chasing each other; and by accident Kristian kicked the lamp, which fell down and broke. This put an end to their wildness; the darkness fixed them to the spot; they dared not move. "Ditte take me," came wailingly from each corner.
Ditte opened the trap-door. "Find your own way out!" said she harshly, fumbling about for Povl, who was sleeping on a bundle of rags; she was angry. "Now you shall go to bed for punishment," said she.
Kristian was sobbing all the time. "Don"t let mother whip me, don"t let her!" he said over and over again. He put his arms round Ditte"s neck as if seeking refuge there. And this put an end to her anger.
When she had lit the lantern she helped them to undress. "Now if you"ll be good and go straight to sleep, then Ditte will run to the store and buy a lamp." She dared not leave the children with the light burning, and put it out before she left. As a rule they were afraid of being left alone in the dark; but under the present conditions it was no good making a fuss.
Ditte had a sixpence! Granny had given it to her once in their well-to-do-days, and she had kept it faithfully through all temptations up to now. It was to have bought her so many beautiful things, and now it had to go--to save little Kristian from a whipping. Slowly she kneeled down in front of the hole at the foot of the wall where it was hidden, and took the stone away; it really hurt her to do it. Then she got up and ran off to the store as quickly as she could--before she could repent.
On her return the little ones were asleep. She lit the lantern and began to peel off the withered leaves from the birches which were to be made into brooms; she was tired after the long eventful day, but could not idle. The strong fragrance from the birches was penetrating, and she fell asleep over her work. Thus her parents found her.
Sorine"s sharp eyes soon saw that everything was not as it should be. "Why"ve you got the lantern lit?" asked she, as she unb.u.t.toned her coat.
Ditte had to own up, "but I"ve bought another!" she hastened to add.
"Oh--and where is it?" said the mother, looking round the room.
The next moment Sorine stood in the doorway. "Who gave you permission to get things on credit?" asked she.
"I bought it with my own money," Ditte whispered.
Own money--then began a cross-examination, which looked as if it would never end. Lars Peter had to interfere.
There was no fire in the room, so they went early to bed; Ditte had forgotten the fire. "She"s had enough to do," said Lars Peter excusingly. And Sorine had nothing to say--she had no objection when it meant saving.
There was a hard frost. Ditte was cold and could not sleep, she lay gazing at her breath, which showed white, and listening to the crackling of the frost on the walls. Outside it was moonlight, and the beams shone coldly over the floor and the chair with the children"s clothes. If she lifted her head, she could peep out through the cracks in the wall, catching glimpses of the white landscape; the cold blew in her face.
The room got colder and colder. She had to lie with one arm outstretched, holding the eiderdown over the others, and the cold nipped her shoulders. Soster began to be restless, she was the most thin-blooded of the three and felt the cold. It was an eiderdown which was little else than a thick cover, the feathers having disappeared, and those they got when killing poultry were too good to be used--the mother wanted them turned into money.
Now Povl began to whimper. Ditte took the children"s clothes from the chair and spread them over the bed. From their parents" bed came the mother"s voice. "You"re to be quiet," said she. The father got up, fetched his driving-cape, and spread it over them; it was heavy with dust and dirt, but it warmed them!
""Tis dreadful the way the wind blows through these walls," said he when again in bed; "the air"s like ice in the room! I must try to get some planks to patch up the walls."
"You"d better be thinking of building; this rotten old case isn"t worth patching up."
Lars Peter laughed: "Ay, that"s all very well; but where"s the money to come from?"
"We"ve got a little. And then the old woman"ll die soon--I can feel it in my bones."
Ditte"s heart began to jump--was Granny going to die? Her mother had said it so decidedly. She listened breathlessly to the conversation.
"And what of that?" she heard her father say, "that won"t alter matters."
"I believe the old woman"s got more than we think," answered Sorine in a low voice. "Are you asleep, Ditte?" she called out, raising herself on her elbow listening. Ditte lay perfectly still.
"Do you know?" Sorine began again, "I"m sure the old woman has sewn the money up in the quilt. That"s why she won"t part with it."
Lars Peter yawned loudly; "What money?" It could be gathered from the sound of his voice, that he wanted to sleep now.
"The two hundred crowns, of course."
"What"s that to do with us?"
"Isn"t she my mother? But the money"ll go to the child, and aren"t we the proper ones to look after it for her. If the old woman dies and there"s an auction--there"ll be good bids for it, and whoever buys the quilt"ll get the two hundred crowns as well. You"d better go over and have a talk with her, and make her leave everything to us."
"Why not you?" said Lars Peter, and turned round towards the wall.
Then everything was quiet. Ditte lay in a heap, with hands pressed against mouth, and her little heart throbbing with fear; she almost screamed with anxiety. Perhaps Granny would die in the night! It was some time since she had visited her, and she had an overpowering longing for Granny.
She crept out of bed and put on her shoes.
Her mother raised herself; "Where"re you going?"
"Just going outside," answered Ditte faintly.
"Put a skirt on, it"s very cold," said Lars Peter--"we might just as well have kept the new piece of furniture in here," he growled shortly afterwards.