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(1919) [MARC] Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer
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ear-drums would be split. When you put your
fingers in your ears, draw them quickly out,
stuff them in again—it is like a roaring ocean
of sound. You should just hear it!

It is great fun to slip in after old Peter, the
bellows-blower, when he is going up to ring the
bells; to grope your way up the steep
worm-eaten stairs with cobwebs in every eorner,—
and the higher you go the narrower and steeper
are the stairs; to hide vourself back of the
tim-bers and in the corners so that Peter sha’n’t see
you; to stand there in that tremendous
bell-clanging and then to rush down over the old
stairs as if you were crazy, before Peter bas
shut the tower Windows again and shuffled his
way down.

Peter would be furious if he saw us, you
know. However, he has seen us sometimes, for
all our painstaking, though he can’t hear us—
lie is deaf as a post—and he eertainly can scold;
and when he scolds he threatens us with all the
worst things he knows of—telling the minister
and the dean and everybody.

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