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it happened. Howevcr, a little while after I
was as lively as ever.
“ Oh, you ugly Maren—who wouldn’t
help me! ”
“ I thought it was a shriek from the
under-world! ” said Maren. “And I was so
fright-ened! It clutched my heart. Oh! I shall
never get over it.” Maren sat on the corner
of the potato bin and wept aloud.
Mother didn’t know whether to scold Maren
or to laugh at her. She behaved exactly as if
it were she and not I who had been shut up in
the meal chest.
Maren took surely a hundred Hofmann’s
drops and still she was poorly, and for many
davs she whimpered and whined about her
fright at the meal chest. And even yet she
cannot hear anv mention of meal, or of a chest
or of screaming, without her invariably saying:
“ Yes, it’s a wonder that I didn’t get my
death that time you were shut up in the meal
chest—but I’ve had a swollen heart ever since
then—and that I can thank you for.”
But Mother savs that’s all nonsense.
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