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would just sit ii]) and take care of Karl, but
oh, how unspeakably tired I was!
“ Shall I dance a little for you? ” asked
Crazy Helen.
“ Oh, no! ” I answered.
Ugh! That would be horrible. On the lawn
at Goodfields where, laughing and joking,
we all sat around together and watched Helen
dance, it was verv jolly, but it wouldn’t be so
in the least liere in the dark forest, and alone
with her. But if you’ll believe it, she began
to dance, notwithstanding—such a queer
dance!
She whirled herself about, hopped off
slant-wise, then whirled again like a spinning top,
while the trees sighed in the wind, and the
bright, clear stars looked down on the little
space before the hut and on Crazy Helen
dancing.
Never in my life had I seen anything so
queer, so weird.
“Ho! Heigho!” she sang, as she spun
round and round.
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