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Let us sail instead to another part of the world. 'Very well, said the dream-boy with the red cap and the silver band; 'it is not far to America' and at the same moment they were there. The sun was shining and it was very warm. Tall palm trees grew in long rows on the shore and bore coconuts in their top branches.
'Perhaps we should sail back to Polynesia now? said the dream-boy. 'No; they are frying pancakes in Europe just now, said Little Lasse; and he wanted to jump ashore, but he could not. The dream-boy had tied him with a chain of flowers, so that he could not move.
'Perhaps we should sail back to Polynesia now? said the happy dream-boy. 'No; they are frying pancakes in Europe just now, said Little Lasse; and he wanted to jump ashore, but he could not. The dream-boy had tied him with a chain of flowers, so that he could not move.
Men red as copper galloped over the immense green prairies and threw their arrows at the buffaloes, who turned against them with their sharp horns. An enormous cobra which had crept up the stem of a tall palm tree threw itself on to a little llama that was grazing at the foot. Knaps! it was all over with the little llama. 'Shall we land here? asked the dream-boy. 'No, said Little Lasse.
It was a little dream-boy, so little, so little, that he was less than Lasse himself; he had blue eyes and fair hair, a red cap with a silver band, and white coat with pearls on the collar. He came to Little Lasse and said, 'Would you like to sail round the world? 'Yes, said Lasse in his sleep, 'I should like to. 'Come, then, said the dream-boy, 'and let us sail in your pea-shell boats.
'Shall we land here? asked the dream-boy. 'No, said Little Lasse. 'The sun would burn us, and the lions and the crocodiles would eat us up. Let us travel to another part of the world. 'We can travel back to Europe, said the dream-boy with the fair hair. And with that they were there. They came to a shore where it was all so cool and familiar and friendly.
Perhaps you have caught a glimpse of their ethereal wings as they flew around your pillow. Perhaps you have met the same dream-boy with the blue eyes and the fair hair, the one who wore the red cap with the silver band and the white coat with pearls on the collar.
Men red as copper galloped over the immense green prairies and shot their arrows at the buffaloes, who turned against them with their sharp horns. An enormous cobra which had crept up the stem of a tall palm tree threw itself on to a little llama that was grazing at the foot. Knaps! it was all over the little llama. 'Shall we land here? asked the dream-boy. 'No, said Little Lasse.
'I am so afraid that the buffaloes will butt us, and the great serpent eat us up. Let us travel to another part of the world. 'Very well, said the dream-boy with the white coat, 'it is only a little way to Polynesia' and then they were there. It was very warm there, as warm as in a hot bath in Finland.
'Come with me, and I shall ask mother to give you some bread-and-butter and a glass of milk, said Little Lasse. 'Wait a little, said the dream-boy. And now Little Lasse saw that the kitchen door was open, and from within there was heard a low, pleasant frizzling, like that which is heard when one whisks yellow batter with a wooden ladle into a hot frying-pan.
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