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On Saturday, after prayers, the Principal
said:
“ There is a little girl here who is soon to
leave us. It is Inger Johanne, as we all know.
We shall miss you, Inger Johanne. You are
a good girl in spite of all your pranks. May
everything go well with you. God bless you.”
This was terribly unexpected. Oh, what a
beautiful speech—I began to cry—oh, how I
cried! The verv moment the Principal said:
“ There is a little girl here who is soon to leave
us,” everything seemed perfectly horrid all at
once.
Just think, to leave the school and my
friends, and the town, and everything, and
never, never come back!
I laid my head down on the desk and cried,
and cried, and couldn’t stop. I had thought
only of all the new things I was going to, and
not that I should never in the world live here
again,—here where I had been so happy.
O dear! if we were only not going, if we
were just to stay here all our lives. At last
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