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O uii Home
We live up on a hill in a lovely old house.
People call it an old rattletrap of a house, but
that is nothing but envy because tbey don’t live
tbere themselves. Tbere are big old elm-trees
around the house which shade it and make the
back part of the deep rooms quite dark. The
rafters show overhead, and the floors rock up
and down when you walk hard on them, just
because tbey are so old. There is one place in
the pärlor floor where it rocks especially.
When no one is in there except Karsten and
mvself, Ave often tramp with all our might
where the floor rocks most, for we want
dread-fully to see whether we can’t break through
into the cellar.
There are several gardens belonging to our
house. One big garden has onlv plum-trees
with slender trunks and a little cluster of
branches and leaves high, high up. When I
walk down there under the plum-trees, I often
imagine that I am down in the tropics,
wander-ing under palm-trees. I have a garden of my
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