There was no doing anything with that girl.
But now, as it happened, Nils was at hand this time, as he had been the
time before. He came strolling over innocently from the kitchen, and in a
moment Lars's anger was turned upon him instead.
"Here's the other scarecrow coming up, too," says Lars, "and he's a long
sight worse than you."
"What's that you say?" said Nils.
"What's that you say!" retorted Lars. "You go home and rinse your mouth
with a mixture or something, and see if you can talk plain," said he.
Nils stopped short at this, and came up to see what it was all about.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said he.
"No, of course not. You don't know anything that's any sense. But you know
all about ploughing in standing crops, don't you? There's not many can
beat you at that."
But here Nils grew angry for once, and his cheeks paled.
"What an utter fool you are, Lars! Can't you keep your mouth shut with
that nonsense?"
"Fool, eh? Hark at the silly goat!" said Lars, turning to me.
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