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Updated: April 30, 2025
Birger took a tiny stone from his pocket and showed it to his sister, saying, "See my souvenir of Polcirkel." But Gerda paid little attention to his souvenir, and slipped over to her father's seat to ask a question. "Father," she said softly. Lieutenant Ekman looked up from the maps and papers in his lap. "What do you wish, little daughter?" he asked.
"It sets now at about eleven o'clock, and rises a little after one. You will have to wait until you cross the Polcirkel and get to the top of Mount Dundret before you have a night when the sun doesn't even dip below the horizon." "We must be pretty near the Arctic Circle now," exclaimed Gerda. "It is growing colder and colder every minute."
"Yes," he said, after a moment; "if you will give up the furs, we will see what can be done. On the way home we will stop at the lighthouse and ask Hans Klasson to lend Karen to us for a little while." Gerda clapped her hands. "Oh, a promise! A promise!" she cried joyously. "What a good souvenir of Polcirkel!" and she ran to tell Birger the news.
At nine o'clock the injured man was moved into the train, the children took their last look at the mining town, and then began their return over the most northerly railroad in the world, back through the swamps and forests, across the Polcirkel, and out of Lapland.
But although Gerda was soon speeding into the mysterious Arctic regions, she could not forget her new friend in the lonely lighthouse. "Polcirkel, Birger, Polcirkel!" cried Gerda from her side of the car. "Polcirkel!" shouted Birger in answer, and sprang to Gerda's seat to look out of the window.
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