mother's death, but the coming winter I shall go to town to study
arithmetic."

"Mathematics?"

"No, timber," he said laughingly, "but that is something you don't
understand. I'll tell you, when I am of age I shall buy a sloop and
sail to Norway, and then I shall have to know how to figure on account
of the customs and clearance."

"Would you really like that?"

"Oh, it, is magnificent on the sea, there is such a feeling of being
alive in sailing--here we are at the landing-stage!"

He came alongside; the councilor and his daughter stepped ashore after
having made him promise to come and see them at Cape Trafalgar. Then
they returned to the bailiff's, while he again rowed out on the lake.
At the poplar they could still hear the sounds of the oars.

"Listen, Camilla," said the councilor, who had been out to lock the
outer door, "tell me," he said, extinguishing his hand-lamp with the
bit of his key, "was the rose they had at the Carlsens a Pompadour or
Maintenon?"

"Cendrillon," the daughter answered.

"That's right, so it was,--well, I suppose we had better see that we
get to bed now; good night, little girl, good night, and sleep well."