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Updated: June 23, 2025
A moment's reflection seemed to convince Winnie that his company was not wanted, and he disappeared among the hazel nut bushes. Gypsy and Tom were fast walkers, and they reached the pond in a marvellously short time. This pond was about a half-mile from the house, just at the foot of a hill which went by the name of Kleiner Berg a German word meaning little mountain.
"Why, one time I had a dream, and went clear over to the Kleiner Berg Basin, in my sleep, and got into the boat." "You did!" "I guess I did. The boat was unlocked and the oars were up at the barn, and so I floated off, and there I had to stay till Tom came in the morning." "Why, I should have been scared out of my seventeen senses," said Joy, creeping into bed. "Didn't you scream?" "No.
Peter was just on the point of giving himself up for lost, expecting the next moment to be swallowed up by Two Eyes, when it was clear again, and Two Eyes was in his old place, and the stocking was hanging on its hook; only Santa Klaus had disappeared up the chimney. For you see, Kleiner Traum's kaleidoscope was quiet again. Now what did Peter see?
The Kleiner Fritz and Hattie of Louisville and the Betsy D. of Cincinnati made the canoe-fleet which the Northern Pacific Railway shunted out upon its station-platform at Detroit City, Minnesota, in the early gray of last July's first Thursday.
With the entrance of Frau Nirlanger the consultation was somewhat disturbed. She made a quick rush at him and gathered him in her hungry arms. "Du baby du!" she cried. "Du Kleiner! And she was down on her knees, and somehow her figure had melted into delicious mother-curves, with Bennie's head just fitting into that most gracious one between her shoulder and breast.
Peter saw Santa Klaus look approvingly at the stocking, give it a pat and disappear through the fire-place again, looking just as full of presents as when he came down. At this point Kleiner Traum turned the kaleidoscope, and Peter was all in a jumble again.
He did not see Gustaf Kleiner at all, nor did he win the watch in the raffle and the chronicler hopes that the setting down of these facts will not cause the readers to doubt his veracity, for he is aware that usually these things are ordered differently.
She ran down the lane and over the fields and into the woods, where the Kleiner Berg rose darkly in front of her; so, at last, to the Basin, which rippled and washed on its shore, and tossed up at her feet an empty milk-pitcher! A horrible fear seized her. She had come too late. Winnie was drowned. It was all owing to that lace collar.
Gustaf Kleiner and I are in love with the same girl. She is in love with all both of us. She don't know what to say. She can't marry all both, so she says she'll marry the one what gits the prize at the masquerade. If you git the prize, don't either of us git the girl already. I'll give you twenty dollars to stay away." "But what of Gustaf Kleiner? Have you paid him?" "He is going to be a devil.
She stood on tip-toe, for she was dumpy, put her arms round his neck, and gave him a hearty kiss. "DU GEFALLST MIR!" she said. "I like you. Kiss me, too, can't you?" He looked down on the plump, ungainly figure, and, without feeling either satisfaction or repugnance, stooped and kissed the befringed forehead. "ADIEU, KLEINER! Come again."
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