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other, but you may chop my head off if I
understand in the least how it happened that we
got lost; for I usually keep my eyes open and
have my wits about me too.
All at once Karl sat himself down in a
blue-berry patch.
“ Ugh—blueberries are disgusting,” said he.
“ That’s because you have stuffed yourself
with them,” I replied.
“ I want some bread and butter,” said Karl.
“And I’m tired—so tired.”
“ Oh, keep still.”
A minute af ter, it was exactly the same.
“ I’m so tired, so tired.”
O dear! I should certainly have to take
him home. We were in a little open space.
Pine-trees stood close together around it,
whispering sof tly. To save my life, I could
not remember which direction we had come
from; there were little mounds and moss and
blueberry patches and pine-trees everywhere.
Whoever knew such a pickle as this? How
in the world had we come here? I couldn’t
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