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said, “The carpenter was asking how high the
cow-house was to be built.”
“Measure by the cows,” replied the organist.
“Measure by the cows.”
Major Fuchs thought that a very good answer.
And without further ado the Major found himself
asking the organist why his sister’s eyes were
so red, and he learned that she was crying because
her brother would not allow her to marry the
sexton, who was a poor man and encumbered with debt.
That made the Major sink still deeper in thought.
He emptied one jugful after another and ate one
sausage after another without noticing what he was
doing. Little Faber shuddered at such an appetite
and such thirst, but the more the Major drank and
ate, the clearer grew his mind, and the more
determined he became to do something for the little
Fröken.
He was Major Fuchs, the bear hunter, the man
who ate up in one evening a piece of brawn which
the Judge’s wife at Munkerud had intended to
last all through the Christmas holidays, and he was
pleased and in gentle mood at the thought of what
splendid sausage he was eating. Yes, he would
certainly see to it that Fröken Faber’s eyes need weep
no more.
Meanwhile he kept his eye on the big key with
the curved handle hanging near the door, and no
sooner had little Faber, who had been obliged to
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