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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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BIOGRAPHY. 5

Flacons,” and others, such scenes in which only two persons
appeared at a time ; and these lessons we took so long, that
“Bonne Amie,” as we called Miss Frumerie, had not
patience enough to listen to them to the end. Fredrika
frequently knew a whole act by heart, and “ Bonne Amie”
exclaimed more than once, “ That Fredrika, she is perfectly
intolerable with her recitations ; there is never an end to
them !”

The third of my mother’s principles, — that her children
should eat as little as possible, — she had laid down partly
under the conviction that if children are allowed to eat
much, they become stupid and slow to learn; and partly
from a detestation of strong, stout, and tall women. My
mother read vast quantities of novels, and I suspect that
the hope of one day beholding in her daughters delicate,
zephyr-like heroines of romance, was constantly haunting
her imagination. This principle certainly succeeded in
making them short of stature, and not too strong; but with
the prescribed diet it could not be otherwise. At eight
o’clock in the morning we got a small basin—TI have
never seen such small basins — of cold milk, and with it a
small piece of “kniickebriéd.1 If we were ever so hungry,
which happened every day, still we did not venture to ask
for any thing more to eat. Once or twice old Lena, when
we told her of our distress, had given us each a piece of
dry bread; but my mother having heard of it, Lena got
such a scolding that she never dared to try that experiment
again.

At two o’clock the dinner was always served in my par-
ents’ house, and that was indeed a glorious time for us
hungry children. We were then allowed to eat as much as
was considered necessary. Of the four or five dishes
which, according to the fashion of the day, were put at
once upon the table, we had permission to eat of three,
and they tasted wonderfully good. After dinner we were

1 A kind of very thin, hard, rye biscuit.

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