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nothing but that billy-goat. It ate bread and
butter and drank out of a teaeup; and one night
when Mother went up to bed she caught a
glimpse of Billy-goat’s beard above the blanket
beside Karsten’s head. Just imagine! Karsten
was going to let the kid sleep with bim. But
Mother put a stop to tbat and Karsten had to
burry down-stairs and out to the barn with the
goat.
Karsten never allowed me to touch Billy*
goat and so I ^vanted to have a pet animal of
my own. I considered seriously for a day or
two as to whether I should not ask Mother
Goodfields for a brown calf that was kept out
in the pasture; but one fine morning it was
slaughtered, so there was an end to that plan.
Then I brought my desire down to Agnete
Kverum’s cat. It was golden-brown and bad
long hair and was exactly like a big cosy muff;
and in the muff were two great yellow eyes.
Whenever I went up to the Kverum place it
sat curled together on the door-sill and purred
and was perfectly charming. I didn’t give
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