Saturday"Am I to hear any more stories?" asked little Hjalmar, as
soon as Ole-Luk-Oie had sent him to sleep.
"We shall have no time this evening," said he, spreading
out his prettiest umbrella over the child. "Look at these Chinese,"
and then the whole umbrella appeared like a large china bowl, with
blue trees and pointed bridges, upon which stood little Chinamen
nodding their heads. "We must make all the world beautiful for
to-morrow morning," said Ole-Luk-Oie, "for it will be a holiday, it
is Sunday. I must now go to the church steeple and see if the
little sprites who live there have polished the bells, so that they
may sound sweetly. Then I must go into the fields and see if the
wind has blown the dust from the grass and the leaves, and the most
difficult task of all which
