“What did Mother say?”
“Mother said that you liked apples so much—and that you were lonely; and, besides, I was ashamed of myself because Tellef and I had eaten so many of your apples.”
“And so you want to give me this stamp?”
“Yes. Isn’t it interesting, Aunt Grenertsen? Isn’t it a beauty?”
He stood behind her chair, looking eagerly over her shoulder at the stamp.
“Aren’t you glad to have it?”
“Yes, indeed; I thank you very much. And I want you to have a half moon today.”
“Oh, no. I don’t want anything.”
“Yes, you surely must have one.”
The “half moon” was brought forthwith and was eaten with great relish.