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SKETCHES. 389
candle and star, which the children tried to make shine
right into their eyes, and with a large tuft of hay in
their mouths they laid themselves comfortably down to
think the matter over. However, they said nothing but
‘boo-o !
Then they were off to old Polle, to let him also have a
taste of Christmas cake and Yule ale, and let him also
know that it was Christmas. And Polle pricked up his
ears, lifted up his head, and looked as if he would have
said that he expected these news, and that he also bade
them welcome. Polle was an old stager, and had during
many years tasted Christmas. And horses have a won-
derful good memory.
The sheep were bleating with delight, and licked the
hands which gave them their Christmas treat. And the
little pigs jumped and ran about as if they had been
crazy.
And if you could but know, my dear children, how
much pleasure we can have from the domestic animals in
the country, how happy one can live in the cottage and in
the farm where one is daily surrounded by, and is, as it
were, on friendly terms with the gentle, tame animals, so
useful to us, I believe you would then all wish to live in
the country.
Puss on the hearth was just beginning to find that time
was getting a little too long, and that it was rather dry
work to lick her paws, when the mother entered the cot-
tage with the children. Puss now got a whole saucer full
of thick creamy milk.
‘The chickens were very unruly this evening, and would
not go to roost upon their perches in the hen-coop; they
flew up and down, clacking all the while, and had a great
deal to say which nobody could understand. But now
when handfuls of golden grain rained over them, and the
children shouted to them, “ Now it’s Yule!” they began
clacking and flying about worse than ever, making a
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