“Well, how are you getting on, old man?” asked the farmer kindly. “Can you manage the work?”
“Oh, yes, I get through it,” answered Lasse; “but that’s about all. It’s a lot of animals for one man.”
Kongstrup stood feeling the hind quarters of a cow. “You’ve got the boy to help you, Lasse. Where is he, by the by? I don’t see him.”
“He’s gone to the village shop for the women-folk.”
“Indeed? Who told him to go?”
“I think it was the mistress herself.”
“H’m. Is it long since he went?”
“Yes, some time. He ought soon to be back now.”
“Get hold of him when he comes, and send him up to me with the things, will you?”
Pelle was rather frightened at having to go up to the office, and besides the mistress had told him to keep the bottle well hidden under his smock. The room was very high, and on the walls hung splendid guns; and up upon a shelf stood cigar-boxes, one upon another, right up to the ceiling, just as if it were a tobacco-shop. But the strangest thing of all was that there was a fire in the stove, now, in the middle of May, and with the window open! It must be that they didn’t know how to get rid of all their money. But wherever were the money-chests?