Otto felt rather ashamed : he quite understood what it meant , but he thought that the old man 's revenge was a noble one . The raspberry king had also remembered the big sister , for when she went in to set the table for dinner , she found eleven big baskets of most beautiful raspberries , and no one knew how they had come there , but everyone guessed . And so there was such a jam-making as had never been seen before , and if you like to go and help in it , you might perhaps get a little , for they must surely be making jam still to this very day . From Z. Topelius . The Stones of Plouhinec Perhaps some of you may have read a book called ` Kenneth ; or the Rear-Guard of the Grand Army ' of Napoleon . If so , you will remember how the two Scotch children found in Russia were taken care of by the French soldiers and prevented as far as possible from suffering from the horrors of the terrible Retreat . One of the soldiers , a Breton , often tried to make them forget how cold and hungry they were by telling them tales of his native country , Brittany , which is full of wonderful things . The best and warmest place round the camp fire was always given to the children , but even so the bitter frost would cause them to shiver . It was then that the Breton would begin : ` Plouhinec is a small town near Hennebonne by the sea , ' and would continue until Kenneth or Effie would interrupt him with an eager question . Then he forgot how his mother had told him the tale , and was obliged to begin all over again , so the story lasted a long while , and by the time it was ended the children were ready to be rolled up in what ever coverings could be found , and go to sleep . It is this story that I am going to tell to you . Plouhinec is a small town near Hennebonne by the sea . Around it stretches a desolate moor , where no corn can be grown , and the grass is so coarse that no beast grows fat on it . Here and there are scattered groves of fir trees , and small pebbles are so thick on the ground that you might almost take it for a beach . On the further side , the fairies , or korigans , as the people called them , had set up long long ago two rows of huge stones ; indeed , so tall and heavy were they , that it seemed as if all the fairies in the world could not have placed them upright . Not far off them this great stone avenue , and on the banks of the little river Intel , there lived a man named Marzinne and his sister Rozennik . They always had enough black bread to eat , and wooden shoes or sabots to wear , and a pig to fatten , so the neighbours thought them quite rich ; and what was still better , they thought themselves rich also . Rozennik was a pretty girl , who knew how to make the best of everything , and she could , if she wished , have chosen a husband from the young men of Plouhinec , but she cared for none of them except Bernez , whom she had played with all her life , and Bernez , though he worked hard , was so very very poor that Marzinne told him roughly he must look elsewhere for a wife . But whatever Marzinne might say Rozennik smiled and nodded to him as before , and would often turn her head as she passed , and sing snatches of old songs over her shoulder . Christmas Eve had come , and all the men who worked under Marzinne or on the farms round about were gathered in the large kitchen to eat the soup flavoured with honey followed by rich puddings , to which they were always invited on this particular night .
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