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I sneaked in again, yet, of course, highly
flattered and cheered; but a moment after
there was a knocking at my door: it was the
grandmother, my hostess, who came with a
whole plate full of spice-nuts.
"I bake the best in all Dalecarlia," said she;
"but they are of the old fashion, from my
grandmother’s time. You cut out so well, Sir,
should you not be able to cut me out some new
fashions?"
And I sat the whole of Midsummer night,
and clipped fashions for spice-nuts. Nut-crackers
with knights’ boots, windmills which
were both mill and miller – but in slippers, and
with the door in the stomach – and ballet-dancers
that pointed with one leg towards the
seven stars. Grandmother got them, but she
turned the ballet-dancers up and down; the
legs went too high for her; she thought that
they had one leg and three arms.
"They will be new fashions," said she; "but
they are difficult."
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