A Happy Boy by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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The lensmand lay low.
"Hop!" said then Erik, His heel upward flinging; The beams fell to ringing, The walls gave a shriek. "Stop!" shouted Elling, His collar then grasping, And held him up, gasping: "Why, you're far too weak!" "Hey!" spoke up Rasmus, Fair Randi then seizing; "Come, give without teasing That kiss. Oh! you know!" "Nay!" answered Randi, And boxing him smartly, Dashed off, crying tartly: "Take that now and go!"[1] [Footnote 1: Auber Forestier's translation.] "Up, youngsters!" cried the school-master; "this is the first day, so you shall be let off early; but first we must say a prayer and sing." The whole school was now alive; the little folks jumped down from the benches, ran across the floor and all spoke at once. "Silence, little gypsies, young rascals, yearlings!--be still and walk nicely across the floor, little children!" said the school-master, and |
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