“Out with you or I’ll make you stir your stumps, you scamp, you good-for-nothing!”
“Well, some girls are behind the currant-bushes, Oline,” shouted Karsten.
Oline didn’t hear a word he said, but she pushed him out through the hole in the fence.
“Somebody is stealing your currants,” shouted Karsten from the outside.
“Yes, you’ll catch it, you scamp.”
“Look behind the currant-bushes and you’ll see——”
“If you don’t go away and that quickly——”
We were on pins and needles, but Oline did not know what he said, of course.
There was Karsten outside the fence near where we were crouching.
“You’ll get paid for this, Inger Johanne, depend upon it. You’ll get paid. Shame on you! I shall tell about it at home.” And off he ran.