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“ What’s that? What’s tliat? ”
• “Maren, oh, Maren!” I called from the
meal chest. Like a flash the door was shut
again and I heard Maren running as fast as
her legs could carry her up the kitchen stairs.
To think that she should run away without
helping me! That seemed too sad and
dread-ful, when I was in sueh distress, and I cried
and sohbed as hard as I could. And now I
could scarcely get my breath again.
“ Oh! oh! help, help! ”
I could not scream any more, I was so
strangely weak. Then I heard many feet in
the kitchen ahove my head. They came nearer,
and down the stairs, and then the door was
opened. All I could do now was to call very
faintly.
“ Oh! Mother, Mother! ”
At the same instant the lid of the meal chest
was quicklv thrown open. There stood
Mother and Maren and Ingeborg, the cook.
Mother lifted me out; I was crying so hard I
could not say a word, nor explain at all how
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