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she had understood the Frenchman, who the
year before had spoken French to her.
As I sit in my room, my hostess’s grand-daughter,
a nice little child, comes in, and is
pleased to see my parti-coloured carpet-bag, my
Scotch plaid, and the red leather lining of the
portmanteau. I directly cut out for her, from
a sheet of white paper, a Turkish mosque, with
minarets and open windows, and away she runs
with it – so happy, so happy!
Shortly after, I heard much loud talking in
the yard, and I had a presentiment that it was
concerning what I had cut out; I therefore
stepped softly out into the balcony, and saw
the grandmother standing below, and with
beaming face, holding my clipped-out paper at
arm’s length. A whole crowd of Dalecarlians,
men and women, stood around, all in artistic
ecstacy over my work; but the little girl – the
sweet little child – screamed, and stretched out
her hands after her lawful property, which she
was not permitted to keep, as it was too
fine.
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