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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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SKETCHES. 308

to me, I can make your lips pronounce this word, dear
reader.

But first, a general observation. There isin our language
a pleasant little word with a corresponding pleasant idea
attached to it, and this is “ rum-trefnad,” — “ room-cosiness.”
This word expresses a thing which constitutes a part —a
quality of the room itself, and which makes, that in it a
feeling of delight and quiet enjoyment steals over our
senses ; a something which has a soothing influence upon
our soul. This lies in a certain comfort displayed in
every thing, yet without any thing affected or any thing
prim or stiff; a certain juste-milieu, bright, cheerful, genial,
which we feel instinctively, but cannot describe, and which,
I believe, strikes us in its refreshing delight, especially
where a gentle, order-loving woman has set the impress of
her own inward being upon the outer world in which she
moves.

In the room now arranged and decorated con amore by
the two sisters, and which had been hitherto left empty in
order one day to be occupied by Cecilia, this kind of com-
fort was found. Genial warmth, pure air, pervaded by a
slight fragrance of flowers; furniture of a graceful, simple,
and commodious form; a proper arrangement in every
thing, so that one found a chair in the very place where one
wished to sit down, where nothing stood in one’s way when
one moved about the floor. Not the slightest particle of
dust on the green carpet; on the bright polished tables, not
the smallest speck. Harmony in all the colors, every thing
was pleasant, and the large looking-glass did not, as they
sometimes do, reflect a parody of one’s face, but showed a
true and exact copy of it. Against the bright window-
panes monthly roses and mignonette displayed their fresh
verdant leaves and their flowers.

It happens sometimes that Nature smiles upon man’s
joys as if she wished to share and heighten them, like a
mother sharing in the sports of her children. Now she

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