Old Trine stood behind the baker's boy, and her big basket was at her feet.
Your wife can have her Trine back again; and tell her she was worth her weight in gold.
"I am going to take Trine away, now that you are so well," began Mrs. Ritter.
No one was there; but it was in good order, as old Trine had left it when she went away.
There John saw his father and mother, and his ...