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OLE LUK-OIE
There 's nobody in the whole world who knows so many stories as Ole Luk-Oie. He can tell capital histories.
Well on in the evening, when the children still sit nicely at table, or upon their stools, Ole Luk-Oie comes. He comes up the stairs quite softly, for he walks in his socks : |
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he opens the door noiselessly, and whisk / he squirts sweet milk in the children's eyes, a small, small stream, but enough to prevent them from keeping their eyes open ; and thus they cannot see him. He creeps just among them, and blows softly upon their necks, and this makes their heads heavy. Yes, but it doesn't hurt them, for Ole Luk-Oie is very fond of the children ; he only wants them |
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