Then she bent down again and patted the dog: "What a beauty you are! a real beauty! No—keep down!"
"Keep down!" came in a more peremptory tone from Jörgen.
Mary straightened herself again. "Where shall we go?" she asked. "I have never been in Stockholm before."
"We may as well go straight on. If we take the turning yonder we shall come to John Ericson's monument."
"Yes, I should like to see that." They walked on.
"Come here!" called Jörgen to the dog, indicating the spot with his stick. He was offended by Mary's not even having offered him her hand. The dog came dejectedly, but cheered up immediately, for Mary spoke to him and patted him again.
"I have been over in America," she said.
"Yes, I heard that."
"The 50,000 kroner of which you spoke were not in my father's books, which made me certain that he must keep a separate account of the money in America. This account I found. It showed me the necessity for going across and saving what could be saved. The main sum was, of course, hopelessly lost."
"What success had you?"