A young Swedish girl was very homesick. “You ought to be
contented, and not fret for your old home, Ina,” said her
mistress, as she looked at the dim eyes of the girl. “You are
earning good wages, your work is light, every one is kind to
you, and you have plenty of friends here.”
“Yas’m,” said the girl; “but it is not the place where I do be
that makes me vera homesick; it is the place where I don’t be.”
(Text.)--LOUIS ALBERT BANKS.
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