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(1919) [MARC] Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer
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through the whole journey, and Karsten would
hold on to the kid, and Mother needn’t think
they would be any worry or nuisance to her at
all. No indeed—far from it.

Well, off we went. When Mother talks of
our journey home from the country that time,
she both laughs and eries. First we had to
drive nearly twenty-five miles. JNIother and
Karl and Olaug, and the kid and Karsten, and
the forest-cat and I, and the hold-all and
lunchbasket and bundle of shawls—all were in one
carriage. Nobody kept quiet an instant, for

Ivarlie bov wanted to know who lived in everv
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single house along the road, and Olaug
whimpered and wanted to eat all the time, and
the forest-cat could not by hook or crook be
made to stav in any basket, but would sit on the
driver’s seat and look around; so you see, I
had to stand and hold it so it should not fall out
of the carriage. And the goat kicked into the
air with all its four legs and would not lie in
Karsten’s lap a minute. You had better
be-lieve there was a rumpus!

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