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

But alas! the poor little things did not remember a
single word; no, they had not heard even one: “’There
was so much light,” said they; “they could not listen for
all the light!”

Then the mother told them what the clergyman had
said, not so well and in such beautiful words, yet clearly
and beautifully after her own fashion, so that the children
understood it much better than if the clergyman himself
had told it them. For a good mother is always the best
teacher of her children,and can put her words so that
they go direct to the heart and remain there. Therefore,
also, one of Sweden’s greatest kings? made it a necessary
point, that before a woman was allowed to marry, she
should be able to prove herself well instructed in the
Christian religion, “for,” said he, “ it is the mother who is
to teach the children.”

Pehr and Maja were good and intelligent children, and
understood what the mother told them, and remembered it
in their hearts. Then they were allowed to go and play
with their paper flowers, and some toys which the “ flower–
woman” had given them, and which she had kept since
the time when she still could see.

The mother and the son Anders remained sitting alone
at the hearth. Anders was sitting with folded arms and
bent head, while he was intently gazing at the fire. The
mother looked at him. Hitherto he had not said a single
friendly word to her since the previous evening; but yet it
appeared to her as if something had softened within him.

After a while she said, suppressing a rising sigh, which
almost choked her voice : —

“ Anders, I have been thinking what you said last night
about Polle, that we ought to sell him, and I have spoken
to the farmer from the ‘ Manor-house,’ and he told me
that he would take him for one hundred rix dollars. He
will come to fetch him away to-morrow, and pay half the

1 Charles XI.

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