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Updated: May 9, 2025
"Now, Erik, we're going down to breakfast!" shouted Karl Johan as they passed, and Erik came out of his corner by the steps, and shuffled along after them. There was nothing the matter with his digestive powers at any rate. They ate their herring in silence; the food stopped their mouths completely.
In the town, of course, they drank beer out of huge mugs, but Karl Johan considered that that was simply swilling. The girls refused to drink, but did it after all, and were delighted. "They're always like that," said Mons, "when you offer them something really good." They became flushed with the excitement of the occurrence, and thought they were drunk.
He wore a newly-washed blue blouse under his waistcoat, which showed at the neck and wrists and did duty as collar and cuffs; but Fair Maria bent back from the box-seat, where she was sitting alone with Karl Johan, and tied a very white scarf round his neck, and Karna, who wanted to be motherly to him, went over his face with a corner of her pocket-handkerchief, which she moistened with her tongue.
On the sides of the hill and in the wood beyond the roads everywhere carts covered the ground; and down at the triangle where the two wide high-roads met, new loads were continually turning in. "There must be far more than a thousand pairs of horses in the wood to-day," said Karl Johan. Yes, far more! There were a million, if not more, thought Pelle.
There was a surgeon in the service of the ship from Rotterdam, named Johan Owins, who had been to Surinam and afterwards to the island of Fayal, from whence he had come here, and now wished to go home. There was also a sailor on board the ship who spoke Dutch, or was a Dutchman. The carpenter was a Norwegian who lived at Flushing. 26th, Wednesday.
Little by little, however, Keith extracted various stories about those new friends of Johan's, who lived in one of the neighbouring lanes and who had a big vacant attic at their disposal. There quite a number of boys gathered daily, and Johan did his best to impress Keith with the desperate character of their doings. Girls came to that meeting-place, too.
Karl Johan sat watching both his fore wheels, and felt his way on step by step; he was like a cat in a thunderstorm, he was so wary. "Hold your jaw!" he said sharply, when any one in the cart opened his lips. At last they found room to unharness, and a rope was tied from tree to tree to form a square in which the horses were secured.
When they got back to the cart they were ravenously hungry and settled down to another meal. "You must have something to keep you up when you're wandering about like this," said Mons. "Now then," said Karl Johan, when they had finished, "every one may do what they like; but at nine sharp we meet here again and drive home."
She smiled frankly at him. "Yes! I would like to dance before the King!" "Fie, fie, Pequita!" cried Johan Zegota, while murmurs of laughter and playful cries of 'Shame, Shame' echoed through the room. "Why not?" said Pequita; "It would do me good, and my father too!
But Gustaf crawled up behind the box and peeped. And he saw what they did, and then he told us." "What did they do," asked Keith tensely, forgetting his usual reserve. "Oh, you know," replied Johan teasingly. "I don't," said Keith stoutly, realizing that it was a dreadful admission of inferiority. "And I want you to tell me." For a moment Johan hesitated.
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