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Illustrator: Frank Nicholas
Arne and the Christmas Star
Arne and the Christmas Star
Alta Halverson Seymour
Arne and the Christmas Star
"Oh, Mother, I hear Uncle Jens's folks are going up the mountain to the saeter tomorrow. Can I go along this time, do you suppose?" Arne's tongue was flying as he burst into the kitchen, and his blue eyes looked eagerly around for his mother.
No one was in sight but his grandmother, busy with her mixing bowl at the kitchen table. "Where's Mother, Besta?" he asked. "Cousin Bergel just told me they're going to take the cows and goats up the mountain tomorrow. Do you know who all are going? Do you suppose I can--"
"For goodness' sake, boy, you go on like a spinning wheel! It must be that red hair of yours that drives you along so fast. Just be quiet a minute, will you? I can only answer five or six questions at a time. Your mother and sister Margret are over helping Aunt Tina get things ready for the trip tomorrow."
"They're going, then! Oh, I hope I get to go too. I think I will, don't you?" Arne helped himself to a bit of cooky dough from the sticky yellow mass on his grandmother's floured board, looking warily at her out of the corner of his eye. Her hand was quick, and he might get a sharp rap on the knuckles.
But he didn't this time. She merely moved her board away from him and began adding flour to the dough. "Such a boy!" she exclaimed. "It would be a rest to me if your mother let you stay up on the mountain all summer."
Now she nipped off a piece of dough and molded it into a soft long roll which she deftly tied into a bowknot. She filled her pan with rows of similar bowknots and slipped it into the hot oven.
"Who's going, Besta, do you know?" asked Arne, watching the cooky-making with interest but wishing she would hurry and answer his questions. "I just wish we had a saeter of our own."
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