Herr Banker told Erik to follow him into another room. When they were alone, he asked, "What is your name, child?" Erik wondered why his voice shook.
"It is Erik Lindgren," answered the boy.
"Erik Lindgren," repeated Herr Banker. "That name may some day be known to all the world."
STOCKHOLM IS A CITY OF BRIDGES
He blew his nose. "Jenny Lind was a child like you," he continued, "and she lived in Sweden, too. One day she was heard singing a lullaby to her cat, and from that time on, a great opera house became her home. She grew up to be one of the best singers in all the world, and they called her 'the Swedish Nightingale.'"
THE CONCERT HALL IN STOCKHOLM.
BEFORE IT IS THE OPEN MARKET.
EVERY SWEDISH CITY HAS ITS OPEN MARKET
Erik's eyes suddenly blazed with anger, and he threw back his head. "I am not a girl!" he cried. "I'm a boy and shall some day be a sea captain or—or a warrior!"
He looked very fierce, and Herr Banker laughed.