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hard as they could. There went the steamer
with Mother and Karsten!
I wonder if you can imagine niv feelings; I
was in such despair that I plumped myself
down on the wharf and cried. What would
Mother think? She would certainly be af raid
that I had fallen overboard when I
disap-peared all at once without leaving a traee;—
and what would Father sav?—and how in the
world could I get to Unele Karl’s now?
Oh, how I cried that time on the wharf at
Horten! At last I had to go home with Mina.
And Mina’s grandmother was verv sweet, she
really was; and Horten was really a pretty
town, and I can well believe there were many
nice people in it; but as for me, I thought it
was horrid to be there. I didn’t care about
the doll-house with red curtains, or anything,
though it was the prettiest doll-house I ever
saw in my life, with two little rocking-chairs
with little embroidered cushions, in the pärlor,
and little pudding-forms and colanders on the
kitchen walls.
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