Yes, when I have children, I shall be awfully strict and decided with them.
It was cool there in the forest. The sunshine came in only in golden stripes and spots. Never in my life have I seen so many blueberries and such high blueberry bushes as we found that day. I picked and picked. Meanwhile Karl ate and ate, till he was nothing but one big blueberry stain,—he smeared himself so with the juice.
"Did Noah have berries with him in the ark?" asked Karl.
"No, indeed."
"Then all the blueberries must have been drowned in the flood."
"Ugh, what a silly you are!"
"Well, anyway, Noah had cannon with him in the ark."
Oh, I get so sick of cannons with Karl! Whatever he talks about, he always mixes up something about cannons in it.
It was unspeakably fresh and still in the forest. I ran from one blueberry patch to another, but you may chop my head off if I understand in the least how it happened that we got lost; for I usually keep my eyes open and have my wits about me too.
All at once Karl sat himself down in a blueberry patch.