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We went past the lighthouse out on Green
Island. The watchman came out on his tiny
yellow balcony and hailed us. I swung my
umbrella. “ Hurrah, my boys,” shouted Mr.
Singdahlsen in English. “ Hurrah, my boys,”
imitated Karsten after him. Little Magnus
dumped himself down from the seat and waved
his hat; but he stood behind me and nobody saw
him. It was really a pretty queer lot of
tra velers.
Just then the mate came around to seil the
tickets. Father had given me a five-crown note
for our traveling expenses. As Karsten and I
were children and went for half-price, I didn’t
need any more, he said. So there I stood ready
to pay.
“ How old are you? ” asked the mate.
Now I have always heard that it is impolite
to question a lady about her age; I must sav I
badn’t a speck of a notion of telling that
sharp-nosed mate that I lacked seven months of
being twelve vears old.
“ How old are you? ” he asked again.
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