The things we do!

"Nice
woodcutters, indeed."
"It's Falkenberg that won't eat," said I.
"Ho, indeed!" said Falkenberg; "I like that. _He's_ given up eating
altogether."
Now and again when she asked us to do her a favour, some little service or
other, we would both hurry to do it; at last we got to bringing in water
and firewood of our own accord. But one day Falkenberg played me a mean
trick: he came home with a bunch of hazel twigs for a carpet-beater, that
Fruen had asked me expressly to cut for her.
And he sang every evening now.
Then it was I resolved to make Fruen jealous--ey, ey, my good man, are you
mad now, or merely foolish? As if Fruen would ever give it as much as a
thought, whatever you did.
But so it was. I would try to make her jealous.
Of the three girls on the place, there was only one that could possibly be
used for the experiment, and that was Emma. So I started talking nonsense
to Emma.
"Emma, I know of some one that is sighing for you."
"And where did you get to know of that, pray?"
"From the stars above.


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