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6 BIOGRAPHY.
all assembled in the drawing-room to drink coffee, — we
children of course only as spectators, — after which, at
four o’clock, we went with “ Bonne Amie” into her room
to write, cipher, and work. My father, who was beyond
description orderly and punctual, determined that every
thing should be done by the clock, looked during the time
repeatedly at his watch, and until it pointed at four exactly,
nobody was allowed to leave the room, when he went to
his own room to take a nap.
At six precisely, there came a knock at “ Bonne Amie’s ”
door, the footman announced that tea was ready, and
we then marched, “ Bonne Amie,” Fredrika, and myself,
through the dining to the drawing-room. There my par-
ents, “ Bonne Amie,” and sometimes those who came to
pay a visit, drank tea, while we were looking on, occasion-
ally getting a rusk, with permission to go to the nursery to
play, — for now the lessons were over for the day.
At nine, my parents, “ Bonne Amie,” and mostly some
guests, were seated round a table in the dining-room cov-
ered with two or three warm dishes; but we children had
already at eight o’clock had a small glass of cold milk and
a small piece of knackebréd. When we had finished our
supper, we went to the dining-room, curtsied, kissed my
father’s and mother’s hand, said “ Good night,” and pro-
ceeded to “ Bonne Amie’s” room, in which we both had
our beds upon a corner sofa. Old Lena was there to un-
dress us, and always used to hold a long lecture to Fre-
drika, who preferred running about the room and dancing
with Lena to going to bed. After jumping and romping
about for a little while, she usually got tired; but Lena
fared far worse in the morning, when she wanted to dress
her. The old nurse had then to run about to get hold
of the little wild girl, who always bolted from her when
she was going to be washed and dressed. Sometimes
Lena was so angry with her that she got quite red in the
face, and then she burst out with what I believe was her
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