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134 WHAT HAPPEN ED TO INGER JOHANNE
“ What did he sav? ”
“ Ha ha! he—ha ha!—he asked ine if I were
engaged! ”
“ Ha ha ha! that was splendid.”
“And just then you all came in.”
“Ha ha! Ha ha ha!”
By this time it was so late that we must
start for home and we took the quickest way,
over High Street. It was almost dark and
there was scarcely a person in sight, as we ran
up the Street through the March slush and mud.
“ Oh, let’s knoek on Mother Brita’s
Windows!” said I, and we knocked gaily on the
little panes as we ran past the house.
At that moment Mother Brita called from
her doorway.
“ Halloa! ” she called. “ Come here a
min-ute. God be praised that any one should
come! Let me speak to you.”
We went slowlv back. Perhaps she was
angry with us for knocking on her Windows.
“ Here I am as if I were in prison,” said
Mother Brita. “ My little grandchild is sick
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