Sunday"Good evening," said Ole-Luk-Oie.
Hjalmar nodded, and then sprang out of bed, and turned his
great-grandfather's portrait to the wall, so that it might not
interrupt them as it had done yesterday. "Now," said he, "you must
tell me some stories about five green peas that lived in one pod;
or of the chickseed that courted the chickweed; or of the darning
needle, who acted so proudly because she fancied herself an
embroidery needle."
"You may have too much of a good thing," said Ole-Luk-Oie.
"You know that I like best to show you something, so I will show
you my brother. He is also called Ole-Luk-Oie but he never visits
any one but once, and when he does come, he takes him away on his
horse, and tells him stories as they ride along. He knows only two
stories. One of these i
