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at all the places, and at table they always
“ toasted ” me, singing:
“Og dette skal vaere Inger Johanne’s skaal!
Hurr ah!”
I sang with them myself, and it was quite
ceremonious. It’s awfully good fun to be
made so much of. The giris all wanted to walk
arm in arm with me and be awfully good
friends, and I promised to write to them all.
At home all the floors were covered with
straw and big packing-cases; chairs and sofas
were wrapped in matting; a policeman went
around sorting and packing for several davs,
and Mother wore her morning dress all dav
long. It was all horriblv uncomfortable and
awfully pleasant at the same time.
I packed a box of crockery, and it was really
verv well done, but the policeman packed it
all over again. Af ter that I wasn’t allowed
to do anything except run errands.
At school I gave away my
scholar’s-com-panion and my eraser and my pencils and
penholders, and an old torn map, as keepsakes.
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