"No, we didn't."
"We two boys are coming here again next summer, both of us."
"Perhaps we can go to Glory Peak after all then, even if it is so far away."
"Yes, we can," said Ole. "And I can tell you a good deal about the king's visit, for my father went with him and drove."
"Drove the king's carriage?"
"No, not the king's; the county magistrate's."
"My father went with him, too," said Peter, "and drove; so I can tell about it as well as you."
"Yes, but whose carriage did he drive? A homely old woman's!"
"But that homely old woman was next in rank to the queen. She was the one who went off to walk with the queen at the foot of Glory Peak."
Just then came a call for Lisbeth. She hesitated a moment, then stretched out her little hand and said: "Good-by. May you both fare well. Thanks for this summer."