the threshold, through the faint light of the early dawn, he noticed a human
are you, there?”
is me, grandpa, Anoka! I want to die. Forgive me, if you can.’ Grandpa stopped,
swayed, and almost fell.
child, it is sinful to talk like that. Look at my hair, not even the sheep’s
wool is whiter.”
grasped the hem of his cloak which hung down from his shoulders, and kissed it.
have sinned awfully. I destroyed the harmony of your home. For-give me, for
easier than to make an old man cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He took her
head in both his hands and kissed her.
followed him into the room.
sat on a stool, and grandpa on the edge of the bed.
some of these beans.”
She did so. Grandpa looked at her with joy. Bo