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all, even this was goocl fun, almost like being in
the midst of a fairy tale.
The next day I was again late to school.
There was not a single one of the swarthy
fellows to be seen around the barn, so I climbed
up on the wall and stuck grass through a
broken window-pane to the big white horse.
I patted him on his smooth pinky nose: “ Oh,
you sweet, lovely horse! ”—I must go down for
more grass, the very best grass to be found he
should have.
“ Inger Johanne, will you be so good as to
go to school? It’s very late”—it was Father
calling from the office window; so there was an
end to that pleasure.
Down by the steamboat-landing, in the big
open square, the circus tent had been set up.
Karsten and I were down there two hours
be-fore the performance was to begin. I was the
first of all the spectators to go inside. It was
a tremendously big, high tent, three rows of
seats around it, and a staging of rough boards
for the orchestra. Anything so magnificent
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