. Stories for the household . aucily round with her great blackeyes. It was a great amusement to her to hit out among the hunting-dogs with her whip ; but her father would rather have seen her hit amongthe peasant boys, who came running up to stare at their lord. The peasant in the clay hut close by the knightly house had a sonnamed Soren, of the same age as the gracious little lady. The boy couldclimb well, and had always to bring her down the birds nests. Thebirds screamed as loud as they could, and one of the greatest of themhacked him with its beak over the eye so that the blood ran down,a
. Stories for the household . aucily round with her great blackeyes. It was a great amusement to her to hit out among the hunting-dogs with her whip ; but her father would rather have seen her hit amongthe peasant boys, who came running up to stare at their lord. The peasant in the clay hut close by the knightly house had a sonnamed Soren, of the same age as the gracious little lady. The boy couldclimb well, and had always to bring her down the birds nests. Thebirds screamed as loud as they could, and one of the greatest of themhacked him with its beak over the eye so that the blood ran down,and it was at first thought the eye had been destroyed; but it had notbeen injured after all. Marie Grubbe used to call him lier Soren, andthat was a great favour, and was an advantage to Sorens father—poorJon, who had one day committed a fault, and was to be punished byriding on the wooden horse. This same horse stood in the courtyard,and had four poles for legs, and a single narrow plank for a back; on Poultry Megs IADT GEUBBE. this Jon had to ride astride, and some heavy bricks were fastened tohis feet into the bargain, that he might not sit too comfortably. ;made horrible grimaces, and Soren wept and implored little Marie tointerfere. She immediately ordered that Sorens father should be takendown, and when they did not obey her, she stamped on the floor, andpulled at her fathers sleeve till it was torn to pieces. She would haveher way, and she got her way, and Sorens father was taken down. Lady Grubbe, who now came up, parted her little daughters hairfrom the childs brow, and looked at her affectionately; but Marie didnot understand why. She wanted to go to the hounds, and not to her mother, who wentdown into the garden, to the lake where the water-lily bloomed, and the £T3 Stories for the Household. heads of bulrushes nodded amid the reeds; and she looked at all thisbeauty and freshness. How pleasant! she said. In the garden stoodat that time a rare tree, w
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