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THE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAF 657
the place where the footway led across the marsh, and where there was mud and puddles, she threw the loaf into the mud, and trod upon it to pass over without wetting her feet. But as she stood there with one foot upon the loaf and the other uplifted to step farther, the loaf sank with her, deeper and deeper, till she disappeared altogether, |
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and only a great puddle, from which the bubbles rose, remained where she had been.
And that's the story.
But whither did Inger go ? She went down to the marsh woman, who is always brewing there. The marsh woman is cousin to the elf maidens, who are well enough known, of whom songs are sung, and of whom pictures are painted ; but concerning the marsh woman it is only known that when the meadows steam in summer- |
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