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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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BIOGRAPHY. 87

“with some acquaintances who were sitting behind her. After

a little while the lad became very uneasy, and it seemed as
if he wanted to say something to my friend; but she was
deep in conversation with her acquaintances. At last he
was unable to wait any longer, and he said to her: “I say!
I say!” And when she turned round to him, he said: “T
told you just now that I never had the headache ; but it is
possible that I have had it, although I do not recollect it.”
It was the word never which disturbed the boy’s conscience,
because he was not sure that it was perfectly true.

One day I paid a visit to one of my friends. On enter-
ing the dining-room, I saw two of her sons, of about seven
or eight years old, sitting each in a corner of the room.
They came forward to greet me, and I asked them the
reason why they were sitting so far apart. “ Well,” said
one of them, “mamma has said that when we get angry
with one another we are not allowed to fight, but that we
must sit down as far as possible from each other, until our
anger is over.” He had scarcely finished these words
when they both ran as fast as possible to sit down, each in
their corner, looking fiercely at one another. “Is not your
anger over yet?” I asked. “No,” they both shouted at
once. I went in to my friend, and when, after a quarter
of an hour, I came back into the dining-room, I found the
little brothers playing together. “Is it over now?” I
asked. They answered, quite pleased, “Yes, now it’s
over.” What an excellent method to teach children to
conquer their violent passions, to calm themselves, and to
think before acting.

One day when I had gone out shopping, a gentleman,
one of our acquaintances, saw me, and came into the shop
where I was to speak to me. A moment after, a young
lad who had seen me also, entered for the same purpose.
Mr. de R exclaimed: “ Ah, voila mon bon ami
George!” adding, while he turned round to me: “ Nous

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nous sommes rencontrés l’autre soir 4 un bal d’enfans, et

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