Johanna looked at him angrily. "I whipped her too," she exclaimed malignantly, and then burst into a laugh at Pelle"s expression. "No, I didn"t really," she said rea.s.suringly. "I only took away her stick and hid her spectacles so that she couldn"t go out and fetch the cream. So she was obliged to send me, and I drank up all the cream and put water in the can. She couldn"t see it, so she scolded the milk people because they cheated."
"You"re making all this up, I think," said Pelle uncertainly.
"I picked the crumb out of the loaf too, and let her eat the crust,"
Johanna continued with a nod.
"Now stop that," said Pelle, stroking her damp forehead. "I know quite well that I"ve offended you."
She pushed away his hand angrily. "Do you know what I wish?" she said suddenly. "I wish you were my father."
"Would you like me to be?"
"Yes, for when you became quite poor and ill, I"d treat you just as well as I"ve treated grandmother." She laughed a harsh laugh.
"I"m certain you"ve only been kind to grandmother," said Pelle gravely.
She looked hard at him to see whether he meant this too, and then turned her face to the wall. He could see from the curve of her body that she was struggling to keep back her tears, and he tried to turn her round to him; but she stiffened herself.
"I won"t live with grandmother!" she whispered emphatically, "I won"t!"
"And yet you"re fond of her!"
"No, I"m not! I can"t bear her! She told the woman next door that I was only in the way! It was that confounded child"s fault that she couldn"t get into the Home, she said; I heard her myself! And yet I went about and begged all the food for her. But then I left her!" She jerked the sentences out in a voice that was quite hoa.r.s.e, and crumpled the sheet up in her hands.
"But do tell me where she is!" said Pelle earnestly. "I promise you you shan"t go to her if you don"t want to."
The child kept a stubborn silence. She did not believe in promises.
"Well, then, I must go to the police to find her, but I don"t want to do that."
"No, because you"ve been in prison!" she exclaimed, with a short laugh.
A pained expression pa.s.sed over Pelle"s face. "Do you think that"s so funny?" he said, winking his eyes fast. "I"m sure grandmother didn"t laugh at it."
Johanna turned half round. "No, she cried!" she said. "There was no one to give us food then, and so she cried."
It began to dawn upon him who she was. "What became of you two that day on the common? We were going to have dinner together," he said.
"When you were taken up? Oh, we couldn"t find you, so we just went home." Her face was now quite uncovered, and she lay looking at him with her large gray eyes. It was Hanne"s look; behind it was the same wondering over life, but here was added to it a terrible knowledge.
Suddenly her face changed; she discovered that she had been outwitted, and glared at him.
"Is it true that you and mother were once sweethearts?" she suddenly asked mischievously.
Pelle"s face flushed. The question had taken him by surprise. "I"ll tell you everything about your mother if you"ll tell me what you know," he said, looking straight at her.
"What is it you want to know?" she asked in a cross-questioning tone.
"Are you going to write about me in the papers?"
"My dear child, we must find your grandmother! She may be starving."
"I think she"s at the "Generality,"" said the child quietly. "I went there on Thursday when the old things had leave to go out and beg for a little coffee; and one day I saw her."
"Didn"t you go up to her then?"
"No; I was tired of listening to her lamentations!"
Johanna was no longer stiff and defiant. She lay with her face turned away and answered--a little sullenly--Pelle"s questions, while she played nervously with his fingers. Her brief answers made up for him one connected, sad story.
Widow Johnsen was not worth much when once the "Ark" was burnt down. She felt old and helpless everywhere else, and when Pelle went to prison, she collapsed entirely. She and the little girl suffered want, and when Johanna felt herself in the way, she ran away to a place where she could be comfortable. Her grandmother had also been in her way. She had her mother"s whimsical, dreamy nature, and now she gave up everything and ran away to meet the wonderful. An older playfellow seduced her and took her out to the boys of the timber-yard. There she was left to take care of herself, often slept out in the open, and stole now and then, but soon learned to earn money for herself. When it became cold she went as scullery-maid to the inns or maid-of-all-work to the women in Dannebrog Street. Strange to say, she always eluded the police. At first there were two or three times when she started to return to her grandmother, but went no farther than the stairs; she was afraid of being punished, and could not endure the thought of having to listen to the old lady"s complaints. Later on she became accustomed to her new way of living, and no longer felt any desire to leave it, probably because she had begun to take strong drink. Now and again, however, she stole in to the Home and caught a glimpse of her grandmother. She could not explain why she did it, and firmly maintained that she could not endure her. The old woman"s unreasonable complaint that she was an enc.u.mbrance to her had eaten deeply into the child"s mind. During the last year she had been a waitress for some time at a sailors" tavern down in Nyhavn with an innkeeper Elleby, the confidence-man who had fleeced Pelle on his first arrival in the city. It was Elleby"s custom to adopt young girls so as to evade the law and have women-servants for his sailors; and they generally died in the course of a year or two: he always wore a c.r.a.pe band round his sleeve. Johanna was also to have been adopted, but ran away in time.
She slowly confessed it all to Pelle, coa.r.s.e and horrible as it was, with the instinctive confidence that the inhabitants of the "Ark" had placed in him, and which had been inherited by her from her mother and grandmother. What an abyss of horrors! And he had been thinking that there was no hurry, that life was richer than that! But the children, the children! Were they to wait too, while he surveyed the varied forms of existence--wait and go to ruin? Was there on the whole any need of knowledge and comprehensiveness of survey in order to fight for juster conditions? Was anything necessary beyond the state of being good?
While he sat and read books, children were perhaps being trodden down by thousands. Did this also belong to life and require caution? For the first time he doubted himself.
"Now you must lie down and go to sleep," he said gently, and stroked her forehead. It was burning hot and throbbed, and alarmed he felt her pulse. Her hand dropped into his, thin and worn, and her pulse was irregular. Alas, Hanne"s fever was raging within her!
She held his hand tight when he rose to go. "Were you and mother sweethearts, then?" she asked in a whisper, with a look of expectation in the bright eyes that she fixed upon him. And suddenly he understood the reiterated question and all her strange compliance with his wishes.
For a moment he looked waveringly into her expectant eyes. Then he nodded slowly. "Yes, Johanna; you"re my little daughter!" he said, bending down over her. Her pale face was lighted with a faint smile, and she shyly touched his stubbly chin and then turned over to go to sleep.
In a few words Pelle told Morten the child"s previous history--Madam Johnsen and her husband"s vain fight to get on, his horrible death in the sewer, how Hanne had grown up as the beautiful princess of the "Ark"--Hanne who meant to have happiness, and had instead this poor child!
"You"ve never told me anything about Hanne," said Morten, looking at him.
"No," said Pelle slowly. "She was always so strangely unreal to me, like an all too beautiful dream. Do you know she danced herself to death! But you must pretend to the child that I"m her father."
Morten nodded. "You might go out to the Home for me, and hear about the old lady. It"s a pity she should have to spend her old age there!" He looked round the room.
"You can"t have her here, however," said Pelle.
"It might perhaps be arranged. She and the child belong to one another."
Pelle first went home to Ellen with the money and then out to the Home.
Madam Johnsen was in the infirmary, and could not live many days. It was a little while before she recognized Pelle, and she seemed to have forgotten the past. It made no impression whatever on her when he told her that her grandchild had been found. She lay most of the time, talking unintelligibly; she thought she still had to get money for the rent and for food for herself and the child. The troubles of old age had made an indelible impression upon her. "She gets no pleasure out of lying here and being comfortable," said an old woman who lay in the next bed to hers. "She"s always trying and trying to get things, and when she"s free of that, she goes to Jutland."
At the sound of the last word, Madam Johnsen fixed her eyes upon Pelle.
"I should so like to see Jutland again before I die," she said. "Ever since I came over here in my young days, I"ve always meant to use the first money I had over on an excursion home; but I never managed it.
Hanne"s child had to live too, and they eat a lot at her age." And so she was back in her troubles again.
The nurse came and told Pelle that he must go now, and he rose and bent over the old woman to say farewell, strangely moved at the thought that she had done so much for him, and now scarcely knew him. She felt for his hand and held it in both hers like a blind person trying to recognize, and she looked at him with her expressionless eyes that were already dimmed by approaching death. "You still have a good hand," she said slowly, with the far-sounding voice of old age. "Hanne should have taken you, and then things would have been very different.""
VII
People wondered, at the library, over the grave, silent working-man who took hold of books as if they were bricks. They liked him and helped him to find what he wanted.