“No, it’s the lad. He’s to be dismissed from the confirmation- class,” answered Lasse simply. With the mistress you couldn’t help being decided.
“Are you to be dismissed?” she exclaimed, looking at Pelle as at an old acquaintance. “Then what have you been doing?”
“Oh, I kicked the parson’s son.”
“And what did you do that for?”
“Because he wouldn’t fight, but threw himself down.”
Fru Kongstrup laughed and nudged her husband. “Yes, of course. But what had he done to you?”
“He’d said bad things about Father Lasse.”
“What were the things?”
Pelle looked hard at her; she meant to get to the bottom of everything. “I won’t tell you!” he said firmly.
“Oh, very well! But then we can’t do anything about it either.”