up. I have to number them first before I put them in my apron, and

also to number the places from which I take them, so that they may

go back into the right holes, or else they would not remain, and we

should have a number of falling stars, for they would all tumble

"Hark ye! Mr. Luk-Oie," said an old portrait which hung on the

wall of Hjalmar's bedroom. "Do you know me? I am Hjalmar's

great-grandfather. I thank you for telling the boy stories, but you

must not confuse his ideas. The stars cannot be taken down from the