Gerda in Sweden
9781465550453
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Library of Alexandria
Overview
GERDA AND BIRGER If any one had stopped to think of it, the ticking of the tall clock that stood against the wall sounded like Ger-da! Ger-da! But no one did stop to think of it. Everyone was far too busy to think about the clock and what it was saying, for over in the corner beside the tall stove stood a wooden cradle, and in the cradle were two tiny babies. There they lay, side by side, in the same blue-painted cradle that had rocked the Ekman babies for over two hundred years; and one looked so exactly like the other that even dear Grandmother Ekman could not tell them apart. But the mother, who rocked them so gently and watched them so tenderly, touched one soft cheek and then another, saying proudly, This is our son, and this is our daughter, even when both pairs of blue eyes were tightly closed, and both little chins were tucked under the warm blanket
