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“ I’ll bet you anything you choose that
Jupiter has air that people could hreathe,” said
Karsten.
“ That’s just the kind of thing such a
cab-hage-head as you would het on,” said Petter
Kloed.
At that—only think! Karsten pitched into
Petter and then they began to fight in the back
of the wagon.
“ Are you Tartars hoth of you? ” said I, and
took a tight grip in the back of Ivarsten’s
jacket. “ Don’t you jump out of your skin
now! If you fly at people this way as you are
always doing, you shall trot back to Goodfields
alone! ”
“ He—lie is just as much of a cahhage-head
as I am,” mumbled Karsten, but he didn’t dare
to say another word, for after all, he has to
re-spect me, you see.
Then I suggested that we should eat some of
our luncheon. It’s so pleasant to eat
out-of-doors!
We were high, high up on the mountain,
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