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Kaspar and the Summer Fairies

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ISBN / ASIN0217228666
ISBN-139780217228664
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III. THE END OF THE OAK STORY. jREAMINGstill of the oak and the castle, Kaspar and Linda returned to the Bath House, and found the people sitting round small tables in the garden. Kaspar's mother was seated at one Fwith her sewing, and Kaspar's father Isat beside her smoking his pipe 'placidly. Thekla and Marie were busy with their embroidery, and Dorette was taking care of Fritz, who was running in and out of the: arbours. For the garden was nothing more than a number D of arbours joined together, each furnished with benches and tables. Nelson bounded into the one where the doctor was sitting talking to the old priest and some of the guests. "I suppose the children have come home," said Thekla, "for there is the dog; I cannot imagine what makes Kaspar take such a fancy to it." "Kaspar is such an odd boy," said Marie; "so unlike every one else. I wonder if he will ever leave off dreaming?" "Well, my children," said Frau von Friedrich, Kaspar's mother, "have you had a pleasant walk?" "Yes, splendid," replied Kaspar; "the wood is like a forest, and the oak is such a size, mother." "And there are lots of strawberries--see," said Linda, taking off the lid of her basket. "Give me some," said little Fritz. Dorette brought a dish and emptied Linda's basket into it. "We will have some cream," said Frau von Friedrich, "and have a feast." So Dorette fetched a jug of cream, and plates, and a large cake, and they gathered round the table. Ah, how happy were they all, parents and children, under the green arching boughs, with the beautiful evening sky above with its dashes of rosy hue! The birds were singing, so were some peasants who gaily trolled out one of the peasant-songs. "One could not be happier," whispered Kaspar to his mother; "it is all so beautiful...
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