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and Nebraska, and I hope by next year, to have all 

 my brothers and sisters with me, so that we can 

 travel together and help the missionary teachers in 

 Iceland, where we got our education in the first place. 

 A great many funny things have been said to me 

 by visitors, and a great many curious questions 

 asked. Generally, people are kind and considerate, 

 but sometimes they are rude and uncivil. I am al- 

 ways glad to satisfy reasonable curiosity to the best 

 of my ability, but I do not like impertinence any 

 better than any body else. 



I was somewhat surprised by one old lady, a year 

 or so ago. After she had listened for some time, 

 and become greatly interested, she came up and 

 said, " Where did yeou say yeou kum from.'' " " From 

 the eastern coast of Greenland." "Greenland! why 

 la, yes. I know that country. My husband's got a 

 farm there." A farm in Greenland! Well, a good 

 many other people have made mistakes fully equal 

 to the old lady's. 



Americans, I think you do not realize your bles- 

 sings in this great land of plenty, where you have so 

 many fine things. Even here, I often see sad faces, 

 and hear words of discontent. Sometimes I am a 

 little discontented myself, when I see something I 

 want, and think I cannot, or ought not to, have it. 

 But I soon get over that feeling when I remember 

 my home in the frozen north, where we sat still 

 through the weary hours, shivering with the cold, 

 choked by the smoke, and often almost perishing 

 with hunger. 



