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Henrik-hut was the place we
sumnier-boarder-children liked best beeause there was
a dear old grandmother there with sueh soft,
kind eyes. She could not go out any more, but
sat always in an armchair beside the window;
on the window-sill lav her much-worn brown
prayer-book.
Oleana was Grandmother Henrik-hut’s
daughter. She was big, very much freckled,
always good-natured, and talked a steady
stream, often about her husband. She didn’t
seem highly delightéd with him.
“ Poor Kaspar! ” said Oleana. “ He hasn’t
brains enough for anything. Ko, I can truly
sav he hasn’t much sense under his hat. Things
would be pretty bad at Henrik-hut if there
were no Oleana liere.” And Kaspar agreed
with her perf eetly.
“ I haven’t much sense, or learning either,”
said Kaspar. “ But that’s the way it goes in
the world,—one elever one and one stupid one
come together; and so Oleana manages
every-thing, you see.”
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