Excerpt: ... had ever set foot in the servants room. This was a return to the good old farm-customs, and placed Stone Farm once more on a footing with the other farms. The people enjoyed it, and as often as they could went down into the servants room for a change of air and to hear one of the tailors yarns. "Its the mistress whos at the head of things now " they said to one another. There was good peasant blood in her hands, and she brought things back into the good old ways. Pelle walked into the servants room like a gentleman; he was fitted several times a day. He was fitted for two whole suits, one of which was for Rud, who was to be confirmed too. It would probably be the last thing that Rud and his mother would get at the farm, for Fru Kongstrup had carried her point, and they were to leave the cottage in May. They would never venture to set foot again in Stone Farm. Fru Kongstrup herself saw that they received what they were to have, but she did not give money if she could help it. Pelle and Rud were never together now, and they seldom went to the parson together. It was Pelle who had drawn back, as he had grown tired of being on the watch for Ruds continual little lies and treacheries. Pelle was taller and stronger than Rud, and his nature -perhaps because of his physical superiority-had taken more open ways. In ability to master a task or learn it by heart, Rud was also the inferior; but on the other hand he could bewilder Pelle and the other boys, if he only got a hold with his practical common sense. On the great day itself, Karl Johan drove Pelle and Lasse in the little one-horse carriage. "Were fine folk to-day " said Lasse, with a beaming face. He was quite confused, although he had not tasted anything strong. There was a bottle of gin lying in the chest to treat the men with when the sacred ceremony was over; but Lasse was not the man to drink anything before he went to church. Pelle had not touched food; Gods Word would take best...