sun!" they told one another, delighted. "Artishu! One don't catch cold
so easy in winter!"




II


High up, out of Pipman's garret, a young man stepped out onto the
platform. He stood there a moment turning his smiling face toward the
bright heavens overhead. Then he lowered his head and ran down the
break-neck stairs, without holding on by the rope. Under his arm he
carried something wrapped in a blue cloth.

"Just look at the clown! Laughing right into the face of the sun as
though there was no such thing as blindness!" said the women, thrusting
their heads out of window. "But then, of course, he's from the country.
And now he's going to deliver his work. Lord, how long is he going to
squat up there and earn bread for that sweater? The red'll soon go from
his cheeks if he stops there much longer!" And they looked after him
anxiously.

The children down in the courtyard raised their heads when they heard
his steps above them.

"Have you got some nice leather for us to-day, Pelle?" they cried,
clutching at his legs.

He brought out of his pockets some little bits of patent-leather and red