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

ping process, she arrived there at last, minus the letter so
anxiously recommended to her care. She looked for it
everywhere, but it could not be found.

The early morning-sun shone upon scenes of various
kinds at the Trollhitta Hotel.

“Dear papa” in No. 1, loaded his daughters with pack-
ages and books to be deposited in the carriage. “Can you
carry any thing more?” he asked one of his daughters,
whose head was just visible above the pyramid of packages
which she was carrying in her arms. “ Yes, with my nose,”
‘she replied with that good-natured and merry laugh, such
as buoys up body and soul, and two books were accordingly
confided to the care of the little nose.

The two Englishmen went out shooting, singing at the
top of their voices, without looking even with half an eye
at “ Gullén,” standing there in the golden sunshine so glo-
rious with its yellow autumn birches and evergreen firs,
while the cataract, roaring and foaming, rained showers of
sparkling diamonds upon its mossy bates,

The youngster in No. 3 tried to rub the sleep out of his
eyes; he began slowly dressing, and while looking at him-
self in the looking-glass, he muttered: “My dear Figge!
thou art certainly not so very handsome, but thou art not
so very ugly either.”

The refined and interesting family’s tray elling-carriages
drove up to the door. My lady-mother and her two
daughters, each with her reticule, took their seats, rejoic-
ing at the beautiful morning, while the third daughter went
with her brother, who was to pay the heavy bill, in order to
assist him in trying to beat down the exorbitant charge,
which object —so his future wife will no doubt one day
say — was quite contrary to the young gentleman’s nature.

The landlord and landlady were not visible, but their
seven servant-girls stood all in a heap to defend the bill.

“Nothing could be abated; that was utterly impossi-
ble!” His sister, the sage Hulda, moralized and demon-

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