The Most Beloved Works and Christmas Books of Selma Lagerlöf. Selma Lagerlöf

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THE OLD PEASANT WOMAN

       FROM TABERG TO HUSKVARNA

       THE BIG BIRD LAKE

       ULVÅSA-LADY

       THE HOMESPUN CLOTH

       THE STORY OF KARR AND GRAYSKIN

       THE WIND WITCH

       THE BREAKING UP OF THE ICE

       THUMBIETOT AND THE BEARS

       THE FLOOD

       DUNFIN

       STOCKHOLM

       GORGO, THE EAGLE

       ON OVER GÄSTRIKLAND

       A DAY IN HÄLSINGLAND

       IN MEDELPAD

       A MORNING IN ÅNGERMANLAND

       WESTBOTTOM AND LAPLAND

       OSA, THE GOOSE GIRL, AND LITTLE MATS

       WITH THE LAPLANDERS

       HOMEWARD BOUND!

       LEGENDS FROM HÄRJEDALEN

       VERMLAND AND DALSLAND

       THE TREASURE ON THE ISLAND

       THE JOURNEY TO VEMMINGHÖG

       HOME AT LAST

       THE PARTING WITH THE WILD GEESE

       TABLE OF PRONUNCIATION

      THE BOY

       Table of Contents

       THE ELF

       THE WILD GEESE

       THE BIG CHECKED CLOTH

      THE ELF

       Table of Contents

      Sunday, March twentieth.

      Once there was a boy. He was—let us say—something like fourteen years old; long and loose-jointed and towheaded. He wasn't good for much, that boy. His chief delight was to eat and sleep; and after that—he liked best to make mischief.

      It was a Sunday morning and the boy's parents were getting ready to go to church. The boy sat on the edge of the table, in his shirt sleeves, and thought how lucky it was that both father and mother were going away, and the coast would be clear for a couple of hours. "Good! Now I can take down pop's gun and fire off a shot, without anybody's meddling interference," he said to himself.

      But it was almost as if father should have guessed the boy's thoughts, for just as he was on the threshold—ready to start—he stopped short, and turned toward the boy. "Since you won't come to church with mother and me," he said, "the least you can do, is to read the service at home. Will you promise to do so?" "Yes," said the boy, "that I can do easy enough." And he thought, of course, that he wouldn't read any more than he felt like reading.

      The boy thought that never had he seen his mother so persistent. In a second she was over by the shelf near the fireplace, and took down Luther's Commentary and laid it on the table, in front of the window—opened at the service for the day. She also opened the New Testament, and placed it beside the Commentary. Finally, she drew up the big arm-chair, which was bought at the parish auction the year before, and which, as a rule, no one but father was permitted to occupy.

      The boy sat thinking that his mother was giving herself altogether too much trouble with this spread; for he had no intention of reading more than a page or so. But now, for the second time, it was almost as if his father were able to see right through him. He walked up to the boy, and said in a severe tone: "Now, remember, that you are to read carefully! For when we come back, I shall question you thoroughly; and if you have skipped a single page, it will not go well with you."

      "The service is fourteen and a half pages long," said his mother, just as if she wanted to heap up the measure of his misfortune. "You'll have to sit down and begin the reading at once, if you expect to get through with it."

      With that they departed. And as the boy stood in the doorway watching them, he thought that he had been caught in a trap. "There they go congratulating themselves, I suppose, in the belief that they've hit upon something so good that I'll be forced to sit and hang over the sermon the whole time that they are away," thought he.

      But his father and mother were certainly not congratulating themselves upon anything of the sort; but, on the contrary, they were very much distressed. They were poor farmers, and their place was not much bigger than a garden-plot. When they first

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