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“ I never knevv there were such kind people
in the world,” said Oleana, as she stood with
folded hands, looking up at the cloek through
her tears. “ Never, never! ”
She didn’t know how she got home, she told
us later, only she had felt as if she were walking
on air, she was so happy.
“ And I didn’t know enough to thank any
one either. I was as if I had clean gone out of
my wits! ”
The first few nights that the cloek hung on
the wall at Henrik-hut, Oleana did not have
much sleep, for every time the cloek struck, she
awoke and called down blessings on all the
guests at Goodfields.
“ Everything goes by the cloek with us
now,” said Oleana. “ It’s nothing at all to do
the work at Henrik-hut when you have a
cloek.”
When the dark winter comes, when it snows
and blows and the roads are blocked, how
pleasant it will be to think that Oleana
Henrik-hut, away up in the forest above Goodfields,
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