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CHILDREN'S PRATTLE

 

AT the rich merchant's there was a children's partyrich people's children and grand people's children were thereThe merchant was a learned manhe had once gone through the college examinationfor his honest father had kept him to thishis father who had at first only been a cattle dealerbut always an honest and industrious manThe trade had brought moneyand the merchant had managed to increase the storeClever he wasand he had also a heartbut there was less said of his heart than of his moneyAt the merchant'sgrand people went in and outpeople of bloodas it is calledand people of intellectand people who had both of theseand people who had neitherNow there was a children's party thereand children's prattleand children speak frankly from the heartAmong the rest there was a beautiful little girland the little one was terribly proudHoweverthe servants had taught her thatnot her parentswho were far too sensible peopleHer father was a groom of the bedchamberand that is a very grand officeand she knew it

I am a child of the bed-chamber,”she said

Now she might just as well have been a child of the cellarfor nobody can help his birthand then she told the other children that she waswell born”,and said that no one who was not well born could get on far in the worldit was of no use to read and be industriousif one was not well born one could not achieve anything

And those whose names end withsen’,”said she,“they cannot be anything at allOne must put one's arms akimboand keep them at a great distancethesesen’!”

And she stuck out her pretty little armsand made the elbows quite pointedto show how it was to be done and her little arms were very prettyShe was sweet

But the little daughter of the merchant became very angry at this speechfor her father's name was Madsenand she knew that the name ended insenand therefore she saidas proudly as ever she could

But my papa can buy a hundred dollarsworth of bonbonsand throw them to the childrenCan your papa do that?”

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Yesbut my papa,”said an author's little daughter,“can put your papa and everybody's papa into the newspaperAll people are afraid of himmy mamma saysfor it is my father who rules in the paper.”

And the little maiden looked exceedingly proudas though she had been a real Princesswho is expected to look proud

But outside at the doorwhich was ajarstood a poor boypeeping through the crackHe was of such lowly station that he was not even allowed to enter the roomHe had turned the spit for the cookand she had allowed him to stand behind the doorand to look at the well-dressed children who were making a merry day withinand for him that was a great deal

Ohto be one of them!”thought heand then he heard what was saidwhich was certainly calculated to make him very unhappyHis parents at home had not a penny to spare to buy a newspapermuch less could they write oneand what was worst of allhis father's nameand consequently his ownwas a common oneending in sen”,and so he could not turn out wellThat was terribleButafter allhe had been bornand very well born as it seemed to himthere was no getting over that

And that is what was done on that evening

Many years have elapsed since thenand in the course of years children become grownup persons

In the town stood a splendid houseit was filled with all kinds of beautiful objects and treasuresand all people wished to see iteven people who dwelt out of town came in to see itWhich of the children of whom we have told might call this house his ownTo know that is very easyNonoit is not so very easyThe house belonged to the poor little boyhe had become something greatalthough his name ended insen”,—Thorwaldsen

And the three other childrenThe children of blood and of moneyand of spiritual prideWellthey had nothing where with to reproach each otherthey turned out well enoughfor they had been well dowered by natureand what they had thought and spoken on that evening was mere children's prattle

 


 

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