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THE PORTER'S SON |
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He grew. The dew of grace fell from above !
It was therefore no surprise, that when the Professor became a Privy Councillor, Emily became a Privy Councillor's wife.
' Life is either a tragedy or a comedy,' said the General. ' In tragedy they die, in comedy they marry each other.'
Here they had each other. And they also had three strong boys, but not all at once.
The sweet children rode hobby-horses through the rooms and halls, when they were at Grandfather's and Grandmother's, and the General also rode on a hobby-horse behind them ' as groom for the little Privy-Councillors ! '
Her ladyship sat on the sofa and smiled, even if she had her bad headache.
So far had George got on, and much farther too, else it would not have been worth while telling about the Porter's son. |
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REMOVING-DAY
You remember Ole the watchman in the tower ! I have told of two visits to him, now I shall tell about a third one, but that is not the last.
It is usually at New Year time that I go up to him ; now on the contrary it was on removing-day, for then it is not very pleasant down in the streets of the town; they are so heaped-up with sweepings and rubbish of all kinds, not to speak of cast-out bed-straw, which one must wade through. I came by just now, and saw that in this great collection of rubbish several children were playing ; they played at going to bed ; it was so inviting for this game, they thought; they snuggled down in the straw, and pulled an old ragged piece of wallpaper over them for a coverlet. ' It was so lovely ! ' they said ; it was too much for me, and so I had to run off up to Ole.
1 It is removing-day!' said he, ' The streets and lanes serve as an ash-box, an enormous ash-box. A cart-load is enough for me. I can get something out of that, and |
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