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(1880) [MARC] Author: Richard Gustafsson Translator: Albert Alberg
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42 Chit-Chat by Puck.

The organ poured out its strains to the church,
and the congregation joined in a hymn of praise.

“Now you must follow the words in your hymn-
book,” said the squire to his daughter, and Mary
opened her little hymn-book, that had velvet covers
and a silver cross for ornament, but while singing,
somehow she thought of the flowers in her new hat,
and the thoughts led her astray, so that she could
not find the verses they were singing. When the
sermon began and Mary ought to have listened,
she thought instead of how the people outside the
church had said, “What a pretty little lady she
is, and how stylish!” It tingled in her ears, and
she thought it much prettier than the clergyman’s
sermon. And she stole a glance around to see if
everybody in the church was not staring at her
feather, and the red roses, which were dangling
amongst some green leaves on one side of her
hat. And whilst sitting thus, she fancied that the
roses began to grow, and push high in the air, that
the stalks grew taller and taller, till the flowers at
last had reached the arch of the roof and wound
themselves around a large iron hook, and pulled the
hat up after them. Mary became so frightened that
she put both her hands to her head—she felt the hat
was still there, and that the roses had not changed
their place. It was only imagination, but Mary had
been so alarmed that she thought she could hear
her heart beat, “tic, tac,” just ever so like the big
clock at home in the hall.

“Beggar Ingrid” was all this time seated on the

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