Árdís - 01.01.1964, Side 40

Árdís - 01.01.1964, Side 40
38 ÁRDÍ S Helga's Slippers JOHANNA S. THORVARDSON Spring had come again to the little pioneer settlement along the river. All the young things were happy as they frolicked among their own kind. Some of the lambs bleated in a complaining fashion as if protesting against the strangeness of their mothers’ newly-sheared bodies. A colt wobbled unsteadily on its long legs following its mother as she grazed. Helga ran happily down the slope leading to the river where her mother was washing wool. A makeshift fireplace of stones encased the fire that heated the water. Helga watched as her mother lifted the wool from the hot water into a basket, then carried it to the bridge where it would be rinsed. Maria looked at her little flaxen-haired daughter and felt some of the weariness leave her body. “Mamma, I have something for you,” said Helga as she put her hand in her pinafore pocket. “Sigga gave me two peppermints, and I kept one for you.” At this moment Maria would have preferred a cold drink, but she knew that a child’s generosity must not be rejected or discouraged so she accepted the somewhat sticky morsel with a “Thank you, my little lamb.” Helga ran about chasing an elusive butterfly. She had taken off her shoes and stockings and the green grass felt cool and wonderful. She now turned her attention to the dandelions that grew everywhere in profusion. She gathered a large bouquet and sat down close to where her mother was spreading the clean wool on the grass. She made a crown from the blossoms and put it on her head. “Now I am a Princess,” she thought, as she began making a long chain of the stems. “Are you going to wash all the wool that Papa cut off the sheep yesterday?” she asked. “No dear. Just enough for our mitts and socks and perhaps a sweater for your brother, Arnie.” “What will you do with the rest of the wool?” “Perhaps we will sell it to Mr. Dalmann when he comes.”
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