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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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that they were to go to matins. ‘Then they jumped up and
were soon wide awake. :

The mother prepared the breakfast for them and for
Anders, and then went out to milk the cows and look to
the other animals; when she came back she dressed
herself and the children for breakfast, while Anders,
always sulky and taciturn, went to harness Polle to the
sledge.

When the sledge stood at the door, and the mother
stepped out of the cottage in her holiday dress, with her
Psalm-book and white pocket handkerchief in her hand,
and with her two children, one on each side of her, she -
looked so pious and pretty ; and Anders, who looked at her
stealthily, perhaps thought so too.

The morning-star and the moon shone so bright on the
firmament over the dark pine-forest, and shone so friendly
in the bright, frosty morning upon the new-fallen snow.
The widow thought: “How much that is beautiful has not
God done for us! ”

And she inhaled the fresh wintry air (not very cold this
morning), and she felt her heart becoming lighter.

Polle, poor old Polle, had no idea that they contemplated
selling him ; he was in high spirits, neighed, pricked up his
ears, turning his pretty head now to one side and now to
the other, pawing the snow with his fore feet, and was as
merry as a foal.

The widow and the two children were soon seated in the
sledge. Anders stood behind driving, and Polle’s bell was
tinkling mght- merrily, while they were driving along the
village road through forest and field, and the morning-star
shone upon the white snow fields, and upon the pine-trees
heavily laden with snow, and here and there a light was
seen twinkling in the forest. The little ones were very
talkative.

“ Oh, look,” they cried, “look how the candles are shining
in the Manor-house ; candles in every window! Is there

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