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the Principal came clown and patted me on the
head, and then I cried all the more.
When I got home they could hardly see my
eyes, I had cried so.
“ Now you see, Inger Johanne, it’s not all
pleasure, either,” said Mother.
The last dav, I ran up on the hili, and said
good-bye to all the places where we used to
play, to Rome and Japan, to Kongsberg and
the North Cape,—for we had given names to
some of them.
“Good-bye!” I shouted across the rocks
and the heather and the juniper, “ Good-bye! ”
I ran and ran, for I wantecl to see all the
places where we had playecl, before I went
awav forever. At home, on the outside wall of
our old house, I wrote in pencil, “ Good-bye,
my beloved home! ”
But I didn’t crv, except that time at school.
At the steamboat-wharf, when we were
leav-ing, it was only fun. The wharf was packed
full of people, and they all wanted to talk to
us and shake hands, and they gave Mother
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