The Heritage of the Kurts (of 2) Volume I
Excerpt: ...close contact with the child. So she got up, and looked round the house-place. The hearth was in the corner of the inner room; close by the window stood the table, with the remains of breakfast on it; a coffee-cup and a milk-bowl, with the dregs still in them. On the wall opposite, and also on that between the fire-place and the door, hung some daguerreotypes, and two or three pictures were nailed up as well. The daguerreotypes, of course, represented Aslaksen and Petrea. Fru Rendalen passed these without looking at them. The pictures were, one a large ship in full sail, the others, the new Emperor and Empress of the French. As Tomasine had never seen any likeness of the latter she went up to them. The Emperor, who had a large nose, looked about twenty-four; the Empress was but lightly clad, though she looked all the same a very innocent little girl of hardly sixteen. "They are only the sort o' things they carry about to sell," explained Marit. "I thought it would be amusing like to have her. She was not born to it, nor, for the matter of that, was he." Tomasine was now opposite the open door. "Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "what child can that be who is always screaming?" Marit laughed. "Oh! that's Lars Tobiassen's boy, that is." "He never does anything else but scream," was suddenly heard from the little girl behind her grandmother's gown. She came forward in her excitement. Then, frightened at the sound of her own voice, she hid her head again. "Perhaps the lady knows Lars Tobiassen?" inquired Marit. Tomasine noticed something in her voice. "No, what is he?" "It is rather a difficult job to say, that," answered Marit. "He's such a lot of things. He's a hard drinker, he is. He's turned butcher lately, for they say as drinking won't do no harm in that business. Have you never seen him?" "No, why do you ask me?" "Ah, I don't hardly...
- 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
- 13 Sep 2013
- United States
- black & white illustrations