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So that I might see better how the race ended
I sprang up to our chieken-yard, or rather
be-yond it, on our own hill. You could see the
whole path up over Ivranheia better from there
than from any other place. But just where I
must be to see best was that awfully high board
fenee, too high for me to see over, that went
from the chieken-yard quite a long way beyond
on the hill.
Pooh! What of it? I just wiggled a board
that was already loose, pulled it away and stuck
my head in the opening. It was a little narrow
but I got my head through. Oh—oh! Karsten
had caught up to Olaug and run past her like
an ostrich at full speed—I’ve always heard that
an ostrich runs faster than anything else in the
world—ves, there he was swinging in towards
Nils Peter’s house.
O pshaw! Now that Chili stamp was lost
for ever and ever.
Olaug had plumped herself right down; she
had to sit still and get her breath, poor thing!
Now that there was nothing more for me to
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