"How could he bring a whole house here?" asked Erik.
"That was hard sometimes," Major Lund replied. "Often they pulled down a house, brought the timber here, and set it up as it was before. Then he had people come here and wear the same clothes and live in the same way they did in the olden times. Nowhere in the world is there a park like this."
"See that little girl with a kerchief over her head, peeping at us from the window," said Anders.
A moment later, a smiling peasant woman came to the door. She made a curtsey and invited them to enter.
"Why, I can scarcely see at all," said Sigrid.
The big living-room was lighted by the tiniest little window. The two sleeping-rooms were also as dark as your pocket, and very small. Hemlock tips were strewn over the clean floor. From the ceiling hung a pole of flat rye bread.
"You dear baby!" exclaimed Sigrid's mother, for she had discovered a small canvas hammock hung in a dark corner. The baby was asleep in its hanging nest.
"She is a very good child and lies there all day by herself," said the baby's mother.
"They never can move their beds at all," said Sigrid, who was making a tour about the room. She peered curiously between some striped hand-woven curtains which hung in front of a wooden bed, built into the house. Similar beds lined the walls.