A097_redshoes5.txt

On the following Sunday there was Communion. Karen looked first at the black shoes, then looked at the red ones again, and put them on. The sun was shining gloriously, so Karen and the old lady went along the footpath through the corn, where it was rather dusty. At the church door stood an old crippled soldier leaning on a crutch; he had a wonderfully long beard, more red than white, and he bowed down to the ground and asked the old lady whether he might wipe her shoes. Then Karen put out her little foot too. "Dear me, what pretty dancing-shoes!" said the soldier. And slapping the soles with his hand. The old lady gave the soldier some money and then went with Karen into the church.