Norway -- Fiction; Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
While I was at work on the hood, I got Grindhusen to suggest that the
post should be painted red; he had still a trifle of red paint left over
from the work at Gunhild's cottage. But the priest wanted it white,
and Grindhusen was afraid to contradict, and carefully agreed to all
he said, until at last I put in a word, and said that notices on white
paper would show up better against red. At that the priest smiled, with
the endless wrinkles round his eyes, and said: “Yes, yes, of course,
you're quite right.”
And that was enough; just that bit of a smile and saying I was right
made me all glad and proud again within.
Then Frøkenen came up, and said a few words to Grindhusen; even jested
with him, asking what that red cardinal was to be stuck up there for on
the road. But to me she said nothing at all, and did not even look at me
when I took off my hat.
Dinner was a sore trial to me that day, not that the food was bad, no,
but Grindhusen, he ate his soup in a disgusting fashion, and his mouth
was all greasy with fat.
“What'll he be like when it comes to eating porridge?” I thought to
myself hysterically.
Then when he leaned back on the bench to rest after his meal in the same
greasy state, I called to him straight out:
“For Heaven's sake, man, aren't you going to wipe your mouth?”
He stared at me, wiping his mouth with one hand. “Mouth?” he said.
I tried to turn it off then as a joke, and said: “Haha, I had you
there!” But I was displeased with myself, for all that, and went out of
the brewhouse directly after.
Then I fell to thinking of Frøkenen. “I'll make her answer when I give a
greeting,” I said to myself. “I'll let her see before very long that
I'm not altogether a fool.” There was that business of the well and
the pipe-line, now; what if I were to work out a plan for the whole
installation all complete! I had no instruments to take the height and
fall of the hill ... well, I could make one that would serve. And I set
to work. A wooden tube, with two ordinary lamp-glasses fixed in with
putty, and the whole filled with water.
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