“Yes but otherwise either,” continued Maglena. She really jumped.
“I, who took the little cactus with me in the corner.”

She ran to kunta that hung on the fireplace hook, dug from everything thing they had gathered together there, and got hold of a large cone, tied with a scarf cloth.

“Look you, you may believe his farewell to the beautiful, bright little cactus. Earth fine left på’n River Dear I have a näfverrifva tea sätte’n in.”

Pelle hinted at her wherever such existed.

So put down the crumpled Maglena plant, which will not just made the reason for the term “fine and beautiful.”

She whispered eagerly for a while with the older siblings and then went shy, but with a solemn countenance, to the host.

Maglena asked with trembling voice if he wanted to put up with her lill’grannkaktus. She had been that of teacher’s and it would be so bright flowers on it, ellanste red, and larger than a coffee cup. But it would stand as the sun could shine on the window – and the water would have every day.

Charge Pelle had not much understanding about flowers. This thought he looked most like a bäfversvans with sharp little needles on. But surely he had so much sense that he understood that stintan gave away what she was high in value, so he took the pile, when he had his cap to take off, and then offered her hand to thank.

“Please enjoy,” said Maglena so royally patronized as if she had given away an entire flower garden.

“I never know how to go about, then I is utterly without bread,” thought Pelle and shot glasses for your neck to. “Behold, I usually do not keep so closely to what food I have in me myself here on the day, it’s probably mad, but it is so still.”