It was all over with the celebration. Ezekiel proposed that we should finish up the refreshments—we divided the cake equally—and then we clambered down; but we took the path to our garden, not to the dean's. We only whispered, we didn't speak a single loud word, till we got down. We got a scolding, a thorough scolding, from the dean, but Mother cried when she heard what a calamity we had nearly brought about. And I minded Mother's tears much more than I did the dean's scolding.
Afterwards, when we asked Peter what had happened to him, he didn't answer, but just smiled feebly.
Yes, that is the way our Seventeenth of May celebration was interrupted!
The dean took Peter by the left ear and dragged him away.—Page 39.
CHAPTER III
MY FIRST JOURNEY ALONE
Well! I didn't travel entirely alone, either, you must know; for, you see, I had Karsten with me. But he was only nine years old that summer, so that it was about the same or even worse than traveling alone. To make a journey with small children by steamer isn't altogether comfortable, as any grown person will tell you.