[Gutenberg 57807] • Christuslegenden 2

When I was five years old I had such a great sorrow I hardly know if I have had a greater since then. It was then that my grandmother died. Up to that time, she used to sit every day on the corner sofa in her room, and tell stories. I remember grandmother told story after story from morning till night, and we children sat beside her, quite still, and listened. It was a glorious life No other children had such happy times as we did. . . .