Liliecrona's home

On Christmas Day, 1880, a pitiless storm raged over Lövsjö (Green Lake) District in Värmland. It seemed as though the heavens meant to tear up everything on earth and make a cle...

The tall old grandfather’s clock which stood in the kitchen bedroom at Lövdala struck six with a rattle, as though the heavy weights were crashing into the nethermost depths, an...

All five maids were sitting with their thimbles on and needle and thread on the table beside them, mending old clothes. It was evident that, like tailors, they preferred a high...

Such a chitter-chattering was going on in the kitchen bedroom at Lövdala that Little-Maid could not possibly get a wink of sleep, although she was lying that night in a real lit...

Early on New Year’s Eve the Pastor popped his head in at the kitchen door. What had they done with little Stormwind? He hadn’t seen her out with her toboggan on the hill. Surely...

She was leading Little-Maid by the hand, and you could hear them coming, a long way off, by the little shrill screams they uttered every time they lost the path and stepped into...

On Twelfth-Night the Pastor and his wife had been to church, and were now on their way home after the service. She was half-frozen in the sleigh after sitting still for two hour...

Long-Bengt was standing with his lantern in his hand very early in the day looking down into the fox-pit. Something was wrong with it, for never in all his life had he seen a pi...

It might be thought that that was nothing to worry over. But in truth the Pastor’s daughter had gone about for a couple of weeks feeling quite desperate because she did not know...

Maia Lisa fancied she must be bewitched, for do what she would she could not forget her stepmother. All morning she had been in her thoughts, and although she knew she was fully...

All that day there was but one short hour when Maia Lisa forgot her stepmother, and that was in the evening when she sat with Pastor Liliecrona and all the household round the g...

The new mistress of Lövdala Parsonage had a habit of sending messages and small commissions by anyone, no matter who it might be. Whether the passer-by was peasant or not, she u...

Yes, the daily work was now in full swing at Lövdala, and every morning and evening the nine spinning-wheels in the kitchen whirred and hummed as loud as any windmill. And in fu...

The Pastor’s daughter was out one spring evening taking a walk with Little-Maid. It was an old habit of hers to go out for a little every evening and her stepmother had not forb...

Everyone in Lövdala was so consumed with curiosity that they could scarcely contain themselves. For just think, the foreman of Henriksberg had come driving up with a woman no on...

A few days after the great upstir, Maia Lisa was out at the usual time walking with Little-Maid along the road. This evening she was not walking along with dragging footsteps, d...

Felax stood in the porch, barking and howling all night long. Little-Maid had never heard him do the like before, and not a wink could she sleep. No doubt Mamsell Maia Lisa was...

The Pastor’s daughter was sitting in the kitchen parlour with her Bible and Psalm-book before her, searching God’s Word for comfort in her heavy trouble. It was early morning, a...