repeated Oscar.

"Is that all?"

Oscar nodded.

"Well, we cannot put that on the banner, at any rate," said his aunt
decidedly. "Tell Feklitus that there isn't even a verb in that motto,
and it won't do. I advise you to ask him to make the speech at the
festival, and then perhaps he'll drop the question of the motto."

"What a splendid idea! We never even thought of a speech! that's just
the thing!" and Oscar rushed away in a state of great enthusiasm.

"Now, aunty," cried Emma, in a tone of relief as he disappeared, "it's
my turn now. Don't you think I am right?"

"I didn't hear exactly what you said, Emma," said her aunt; "I haven't
the gift of hearing different things with different ears at the same
time."

"What I say is that it's a shame for Fani to have to go to work in that
factory, and not have any time to paint and draw. I am sure he ought to
be a painter, right away; and if he goes into the factory he can't get
out till it's too late."

"But, Emma, it's not such an easy thing to become a painter as you seem
to think. And, then, who knows whether Fani has really talent enough;
it needs much more than merely to be able to copy nicely at school, you
know."