The Wonderful Adventures of Nils Selma Lagerlöf (i wanna iguana read aloud .txt) đ
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âItâs well that you have no real illness,â remarked Nils Holgersson. âI must attend to this at once, so that you will be all right again. You donât mind if I do a little scratching on your hoof with my knife, do you?â
Nils Holgersson had just finished, when he heard the sound of voices. He opened the stable door a little and peeped out.
His father and mother were coming down the lane. It was easy to see that they were broken by many sorrows. His mother had many lines on her face and his fatherâs hair had turned gray. She was talking with him about getting a loan from her brother-in-law.
âNo, I donât want to borrow any more money,â his father said, as they were passing the stable. âThereâs nothing quite so hard as being in debt. It would be better to sell the cabin.â
âIf it were not for the boy, I shouldnât mind selling it,â his mother demurred. âBut what will become of him, if he returns some day, wretched and poorâ âas heâs likely to beâ âand we not here?â
âYouâre right about that,â the father agreed. âBut we shall have to ask the folks who take the place to receive him kindly and to let him know that heâs welcome back to us. We shanât say a harsh word to him, no matter what he may be, shall we mother?â
âNo, indeed! If I only had him again, so that I could be certain he is not starving and freezing on the highways, Iâd ask nothing more!â
Then his father and mother went in, and the boy heard no more of their conversation.
He was happy and deeply moved when he knew that they loved him so dearly, although they believed he had gone astray. He longed to rush into their arms.
âBut perhaps it would be an even greater sorrow were they to see me as I now am.â
While he stood there, hesitating, a cart drove up to the gate. The boy smothered a cry of surprise, for who should step from the cart and go into the house yard but Osa, the goose girl, and her father!
They walked hand in hand toward the cabin. When they were about half way there, Osa stopped her father and said:
âNow remember, father, you are not to mention the wooden shoe or the geese or the little brownie who was so like Nils Holgersson that if it was not himself it must have had some connection with him.â
âCertainly not!â said Jon Esserson. âI shall only say that their son has been of great help to you on several occasionsâ âwhen you were trying to find meâ âand that therefore we have come to ask if we canât do them a service in return, since Iâm a rich man now and have more than I need, thanks to the mine I discovered up in Lapland.â
âI know, father, that you can say the right thing in the right way,â Osa commended. âIt is only that one particular thing that I donât wish you to mention.â
They went into the cabin, and the boy would have liked to hear what they talked about in there; but he dared not venture near the house. It was not long before they came out again, and his father and mother accompanied them as far as the gate.
His parents were strangely happy. They appeared to have gained a new hold on life.
When the visitors were gone, father and mother lingered at the gate gazing after them.
âI donât feel unhappy any longer, since Iâve heard so much that is good of our Nils,â said his mother.
âPerhaps he got more praise than he really deserved,â put in his father thoughtfully.
âWasnât it enough for you that they came here specially to say they wanted to help us because our Nils had served them in many ways? I think, father, that you should have accepted their offer.â
âNo, mother, I donât wish to accept money from anyone, either as a gift or a loan. In the first place I want to free myself from all debt, then we will work our way up again. Weâre not so very old, are we, mother?â The father laughed heartily as he said this.
âI believe you think it will be fun to sell this place, upon which we have expended such a lot of time and hard work,â protested the mother.
âOh, you know why Iâm laughing,â the father retorted. âIt was the thought of the boyâs having gone to the bad that weighed me down until I had no strength or courage left in me. Now that I know he still lives and has turned out well, youâll see that Holger Nilsson has some grit left.â
The mother went in alone, and the boy made haste to hide in a corner, for his father walked into the stable. He went over to the horse and examined its hoof, as usual, to try to discover what was wrong with it.
âWhatâs this!â he cried, discovering some letters scratched on the hoof.
âRemove the sharp piece of iron from the foot,â he read and glanced around inquiringly. However, he ran his fingers along the under side of the hoof and looked at it carefully.
âI verily believe there is something sharp here!â he said.
While his father was busy with the horse and the boy sat huddled in a corner, it happened that other callers came to the farm.
The fact was that when Morten Goosey-Gander found himself so near his old home he simply could not resist the temptation of showing his wife and children to his old companions on the farm. So he took Dunfin and the goslings along, and made for home.
There was not a soul in the barn yard when the goosey-gander came along. He alighted, confidently walked all around the place, and showed Dunfin how luxuriously he had lived when
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