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head that it was my familiar face he saw at the
vestry’s broken window, he drew near very
cau-tiously.
“ Is she in the church? ” was what came from
him finally in the utmost amazement.
“ Why, yes, you can see that I am,” said I.
“ Run as fast as you can and get some one to
open the door. Get the minister or the deacon
or Peter, the bellows-blower.”
Jens set down a tin pail he carried and
seemed to be thinking deeply.
“ But how came she in church? ”
I had no wisb to explain to him.
“ Oh, never mind that! Just run and get
the key, do piease, Jens.” Then Jens trudged
away.
Oh, how long he was gone! I stared and
stared at the lilac bushes swaying back and
forth before the window, twisting and bending
low in the storm, and I waited and waited, but
no Jens appeared. It grew darker and darker
and Karl cried in earnest now, and wanted to
smash all the Windows with the clasped book.
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