2013年5月24日星期五

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prettiest umbrella over the child. "Look at these Chinese," and then

the whole umbrella appeared like a large china bowl, with blue trees

and pointed bridges, upon which stood little Chinamen nodding their

heads. "We must make all the world beautiful for to-morrow morning,"

said Ole-Luk-Oie, "for it will be a holiday, it is Sunday. I must

now go to the church steeple and see if the little sprites who live

there have polished the bells, so that they may sound sweetly. Then

I must go into the fields and see if the wind has blown the dust

from the grass and the leaves, and the most difficult task of all

which I have to do, is to take down all the stars and brighten them

up. I have to number them first before I put them in my apron, and

also to number the places from which I take them, so that they may

go back into the right holes, or else they would not remain, and we

should have a number of falling stars, for they would all tumble

down one after the other."

"Hark ye! Mr. Luk-Oie," said an old portrait which hung on the

wall of Hjalmar's bedroom. "Do you know me? I am Hjalmar's

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