make dream-porridge," said Nurse Maja; "but we don't know as 'twould do any good."
In that way they tempted the old housekeeper to tell what had happened when Lisa Maja Wennervik made a dream-pancake.
On New Year's Eve of the last Christmas Week that Pastor Wennervik was alive Mamselle Lisa Maja, for fun, made a dream-pancake. She had just turned seventeen, and 'twas time for her to be thinking of marriage. So she measured out three spoonfuls of water, three spoonfuls of meal, and three spoonfuls of salt, and stirred them together, then she poured the mixture on a hot griddle, ate as much of the pancake as she could get down, and went right to bed. She must have had some difficulty getting to sleep, though, for the salty pancake has given her an awful thirst; and to drink anything before sleeping would break the spell.
In the morning she couldn't remember whether she had dreamt anything. But later in the day, on going out on the from porch, she stopped, in amazement. All at once she remembered having dreamed in the night of standing on that very spot. Two strange men—one old, one young—had come up to her. The older man had said he was Dean Lagerlöf of Arvika, and that he had come with his son to ask her if she were not thirsty and would like a drink of water. With that, the younger man had immediately stepped forward and offered her a glass of water. And she was very glad
