Aunt Grenertsen was difficult to talk with—so contrary, somehow, even if not really cross, that it was very tiresome. She wasn’t the least bit like Uncle Isaac of Kingthorpe, who was always kind and gentle, always pleasant. Oh, dear, no! Aunt Grenertsen wasn’t like Uncle Isaac; far, far from it!,
Uncle Isaac was gazing far away, up toward the sky. “That is being great; the greatest any one in the world can be.”,
“Mother, Mother!” roared Nils. “Hurry! There are thieves at the apples! Oh, hurry!”.
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