been his crowning work. All his life he had dreamed of erecting a fine manor-house on his beloved Mårbacka.
The great piles of timber and the finished roof trusses lay in the backyard for many years. Whenever the Lieutenant walked past them he turned his head away; he could not bear to look at them. His little daughters had been so very happy when he started on the roof trusses, and not altogether on account of the "royal visit." It was perhaps of more importance to them that they should have a real salon to dance in, and that the house should have two stories, and be as grand as Iron-Master Wallroth's Gårdsjö or Engineer Noreen's country seat. They grew uneasy over the delay, year after year, and one of the girls finally mustered the courage to ask her father when he was going to put up those roof trusses.
"I'm afraid never, my child!" When he said this his face twitched and there was a strange catch in his voice. Then, quickly recovering himself, he added, banteringly:
"But it doesn't matter now, my girl. They are building a railway to Norway, and hereafter the King won't come asking for a night's lodging, either at Mårbacka or any other manor in Värmland."
