stances. She saw herself the equal of every one and near the goal of all her vague longings. Beyond all else she saw Yngve Vold’s largest vessel towed out as a flag-ship on her wedding day; she saw it, after sending forth salutes and fireworks, take the newly-married couple on board, and bear them to Spain, where glowed the bridal sun.
When she awoke the next morning, the servant-girl came up and announced to her that it was half-past eleven o’clock. Petra was most ravenously hungry, had food brought to her, called for more; her head ached, she was weary, and fell asleep once more. When she awoke again about three o’clock in the afternoon, she felt quite well. Her mother came up and said she had undoubtedly slept off an illness; she always did so herself. Now, though, it was time to get up and go to sewing-school. Petra was sitting upright in bed, her head supported by her arm; without looking up she replied that she was not going to sewing-school any more. Thinking that very likely she was still somewhat confused, the mother went down-stairs after a package and a letter which a shipboy had brought.
Why, here were actually presents already! Petra, who had lain down again, started up in
