Ditte Menneskebarn Page #4

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She could be a bit faster.

She spends her time

telling tales about granny.

She longs for her.

I don't see

why she can't stay here.

You want us to sleep

in the stables?

Mum has always been

good at taking care of herself.

Can I give one to Povl now?

Get your beaks up, nestlings.

Loves me, loves me not.

Loves me, loves me not.

Loves me.

- You're late again.

- I am? So are you.

- Aren't you going to school?

- We're ill.

Well, I have to hurry up.

Why don't your dad drive you

in your neat cart?

Dad is so busy.

Would you like a bonbon?

Yes.

Phew, they taste of herring.

Loves me, loves me not.

Loves me, loves me not.

Loves me, loves me not.

Loves me, loves me not.

- Ditte, I can whistle.

- You can?

- Wanna hear?

- Yes.

That was neat.

- Now, lie down and go to sleep.

- Yes.

I don't know what you have to do

to get to school in time.

What can I do, Kristian?

Just turn the clock forward.

What are you doing?

You want to trick your mother?

Out of my way.

So you wanted to

trick your mother, you rascal!

Come here! I'm going to

teach you a thing or two!

Let go!

Come here, girl.

Come here, you dumb girl.

You rascal.

You can cry outside.

That'll teach you not to

play tricks on me again!

Granny...

Granny?

What is it, Big Klavs?

What is it?

Ditte?

Its late, Lars Peter.

Yes, you watch us.

There is a child here

who accuses you.

What are we to do about this?

You don't mind laying it on.

Now, let's see if you are

just as good at making it go away.

Come here.

Kiss Ditte where you hit her.

One kiss for each blow.

Well?

So you think your mouth

is too good for kissing -

what your hand hit?

- No!

- Well?

Mum...

My bloodline is not in high regard,

and we may not deserve it either, -

- but they never laid hand

on us children.

These hands have done much work -

- but never been turned against

the defenceless.

I'd advice you

to give that some thought.

Say, Lars Peter?

You know what?

I think my mother has sewn

the money into the duvet.

- What money?

- The money dad got from the farmer.

They're none of our business.

They were given to the girl

who is now a burden to us.

We could build for that money.

A new farmhouse.

Are you asleep?

Say, Lars Peter?

I have a feeling

that my mother will soon die.

Go and talk to her.

We probably have to

earn the money that we need.

What can we earn?

You toil and moil.

- And we get nowhere.

- Are you sure about this?

Do you know why people

call this the "magpie's nest"?

Because nothing go our way.

People consider us as nothing.

But I will show them.

If you won't talk to my mother,

I will go there.

And I won't be coming back

without the duvet.

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