Tales from Two Hemispheres by Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
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Clara glanced curiously at the valise and
laughed; then suddenly she grew serious again, put her hand into her pocket and seemed to be searching eagerly for something. Presently she hauled out a small porcelain doll's head, then a red-painted block with letters on it, and at last a penny. "Do you want them?" she said, reaching him her treasures in both hands. "You may have them all." Before he had time to answer, a shrill, penetrating voice cried out: "Why, gracious! child, what are you doing ? " And the nurse, who had been deeply absorbed in "The New York Ledger," came rushing up, snatched the child away, and retreated as hastily as she had come. Halfdan rose and wandered for hours aimlessly along the intertwining roads and footpaths. He visited the menageries, admired the statues, took a very light dinner, consisting of coffee, sandwiches, and ice, at the Chinese Pavilion, and, toward evening, discovered an inviting leafy arbor, where he could withdraw into the privacy of his own thoughts, and ponder upon |
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