[Footnote 5: In Norway this is a pastime often resorted to by men on holidays, when time hangs heavy on their hands. I have seen even old men deeply absorbed in the examination of each other's watches, with a view to their exchange.—Trans.]
Tired, wearied, and thirsty, they continued their walk up the street until they came into the motley stream of people who were wending their way down to the piers, where the steamers were constantly coming in and going out with passengers from and to the islands.
Here a difference of opinion arose.
Georgina thought there were so many people, and perhaps it was not proper to go by the steamer, as it was beginning to grow late.
But Silla thought that they had swallowed dust in the streets long enough, and that they must make use of the little time they had. Was Georgina going home satisfied with the pleasure she had already had?
It was cool and airy sitting in the wind in the front of the boat and resting themselves after the fruitless roaming in the heat.
They went on shore from the crowded steamboat to the island, where the people gradually dispersed along the various shady walks.
Close to the way up from the pier, and commanding a view of the bay, stood the great place of amusement, with all its gates invitingly open, and the sound of dance-music floating out. Within was life and merriment.
Silla stopped to look in and listen to the music, but Georgina, highly scandalised, pulled her on.
Was that the place for a respectable girl to stop?