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He
spoke
so
kindly
,
and
opened
Hans
Anderson
’
s
fairy
tales
so
invitingly
before
me
,
that
I
was
more
ashamed
than
ever
,
and
went
at
my
lesson
in
a
neck
-
or
-
nothing
style
that
seemed
to
amuse
him
immensely
.
I
forgot
my
bashfulness
,
and
pegged
away
(
no
other
word
will
express
it
)
with
all
my
might
,
tumbling
over
long
words
,
pronouncing
according
to
inspiration
of
the
minute
,
and
doing
my
very
best
.
When
I
finished
reading
my
first
page
,
and
stopped
for
breath
,
he
clapped
his
hands
and
cried
out
in
his
hearty
way
,
"
Das
ist
gut
!
Now
we
go
well
!
My
turn
.
I
do
him
in
German
,
gif
me
your
ear
.
"
And
away
he
went
,
rumbling
out
the
words
with
his
strong
voice
and
a
relish
which
was
good
to
see
as
well
as
hear
.
Fortunately
the
story
was
The
Constant
Tin
Soldier
,
which
is
droll
,
you
know
,
so
I
could
laugh
,
and
I
did
,
though
I
didn
’
t
understand
half
he
read
,
for
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
he
was
so
earnest
,
I
so
excited
,
and
the
whole
thing
so
comical
.
After
that
we
got
on
better
,
and
now
I
read
my
lessons
pretty
well
,
for
this
way
of
studying
suits
me
,
and
I
can
see
that
the
grammar
gets
tucked
into
the
tales
and
poetry
as
one
gives
pills
in
jelly
.
I
like
it
very
much
,
and
he
doesn
’
t
seem
tired
of
it
yet
,
which
is
very
good
of
him
,
isn
’
t
it
?
I
mean
to
give
him
something
on
Christmas
,
for
I
dare
not
offer
money
.
Tell
me
something
nice
,
Marmee
.
I
’
m
glad
Laurie
seems
so
happy
and
busy
,
that
he
has
given
up
smoking
and
lets
his
hair
grow
.
You
see
Beth
manages
him
better
than
I
did
.
I
’
m
not
jealous
,
dear
,
do
your
best
,
only
don
’
t
make
a
saint
of
him
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
couldn
’
t
like
him
without
a
spice
of
human
naughtiness
.
Read
him
bits
of
my
letters
.
I
haven
’
t
time
to
write
much
,
and
that
will
do
just
as
well
.
Thank
Heaven
Beth
continues
so
comfortable
.
JANUARY
A
Happy
New
Year
to
you
all
,
my
dearest
family
,
which
of
course
includes
Mr
.
L
.
and
a
young
man
by
the
name
of
Teddy
.
I
can
’
t
tell
you
how
much
I
enjoyed
your
Christmas
bundle
,
for
I
didn
’
t
get
it
till
night
and
had
given
up
hoping
.
Your
letter
came
in
the
morning
,
but
you
said
nothing
about
a
parcel
,
meaning
it
for
a
surprise
,
so
I
was
disappointed
,
for
I
’
d
had
a
‘
kind
of
feeling
’
that
you
wouldn
’
t
forget
me
.
I
felt
a
little
low
in
my
mind
as
I
sat
up
in
my
room
after
tea
,
and
when
the
big
,
muddy
,
battered
-
looking
bundle
was
brought
to
me
,
I
just
hugged
it
and
pranced
.
It
was
so
homey
and
refreshing
that
I
sat
down
on
the
floor
and
read
and
looked
and
ate
and
laughed
and
cried
,
in
my
usual
absurd
way
.
The
things
were
just
what
I
wanted
,
and
all
the
better
for
being
made
instead
of
bought
.
Beth
’
s
new
‘
ink
bib
’
was
capital
,
and
Hannah
’
s
box
of
hard
gingerbread
will
be
a
treasure
.
I
’
ll
be
sure
and
wear
the
nice
flannels
you
sent
,
Marmee
,
and
read
carefully
the
books
Father
has
marked
.
Thank
you
all
,
heaps
and
heaps
!
Speaking
of
books
reminds
me
that
I
’
m
getting
rich
in
that
line
,
for
on
New
Year
’
s
Day
Mr
.
Bhaer
gave
me
a
fine
Shakespeare
.
It
is
one
he
values
much
,
and
I
’
ve
often
admired
it
,
set
up
in
the
place
of
honor
with
his
German
Bible
,
Plato
,
Homer
,
and
Milton
,
so
you
may
imagine
how
I
felt
when
he
brought
it
down
,
without
its
cover
,
and
showed
me
my
own
name
in
it
,
"
from
my
friend
Friedrich
Bhaer
"
.
"
You
say
often
you
wish
a
library
.
Here
I
gif
you
one
,
for
between
these
lids
(
he
meant
covers
)
is
many
books
in
one
.
Read
him
well
,
and
he
will
help
you
much
,
for
the
study
of
character
in
this
book
will
help
you
to
read
it
in
the
world
and
paint
it
with
your
pen
.
"
I
thanked
him
as
well
as
I
could
,
and
talk
now
about
‘
my
library
’
,
as
if
I
had
a
hundred
books
.
I
never
knew
how
much
there
was
in
Shakespeare
before
,
but
then
I
never
had
a
Bhaer
to
explain
it
to
me
.
Now
don
’
t
laugh
at
his
horrid
name
.
It
isn
’
t
pronounced
either
Bear
or
Beer
,
as
people
will
say
it
,
but
something
between
the
two
,
as
only
Germans
can
give
it
.
I
’
m
glad
you
both
like
what
I
tell
you
about
him
,
and
hope
you
will
know
him
some
day
.
Mother
would
admire
his
warm
heart
,
Father
his
wise
head
.
I
admire
both
,
and
feel
rich
in
my
new
‘
friend
Friedrich
Bhaer
’
.
