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12 BIOGRAPHY.
cuuse Fredrika had disappeared, looked for her every-
where, and coming to the drawing-room, which she found
locked, she knocked, calling to Fredrika to open the door.
“ Yes, immediately,” answered Fredrika; but it took some
minutes before she unlocked the door; probably she
wanted first to finish her work. When she had unlocked
the door, Lena went round the. room to see what Fredrika
had been doing, and was terrified when she discovered that
she had cut a large round hole in the middle of the silk
covering of one of the large arm-chairs, and had poked a
piece of her own dress, cut out of the front breadth, into
the hole.
With the knife she experimented upon the arms and
legs of her dolls, to find out what they contained ; and one
poor doll had to lose its head. She wanted to find out
what was inside of it. When Fredrika had performed
any cutting or carving, and Lena was ordered to go and
find it out, Fredrika always used to follow her, silently and
calmly, as if she had done no wrong; and when Lena had
found out what she had cut and chopped to pieces, and be-
gan to moralize, Fredrika walked up to Lena, stared at her
and at her own handiwork, turned round and walked off
without saying a word. If the discovery took too long,
Fredrika lost her patience, and pointed silently in the di-
rection in which Lena ought to go.
One day Fredrika and I had each got two beautiful
figures of French porcelain as presents from one of my
mother’s friends. Before evening, Fredrika had tried
whether one of these figures would break if thrown upon
the stone flags lying before the stove; the brittleness of
the other was tried upon a load of fire-wood, which the ser-
vant was carrying into a room to make a fire. Of course,
she succeeded in smashing them both; but this did not in
the least trouble her. Another day she came to my mother
tendering a penny, the only one she had left in her little
purse, asking at the same time her forgiveness for having
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