wn at a table by the window, and
began sketching, with the greatest care and attention, the equestrian
statue on the Kongen's Nytorv. The sketch was intended as a present for
Mr. Aalbom.

A few days after each went to his own place; Morten and Fanny to
Carlsbad, Gabriel to England to arrange his change of quarters, and the
newly married couple home to Norway.

On the quay where the steamers landed their passengers was to be seen a
shining new carriage, with a new coachman and a new pair of horses. In
the carriage sat Mrs. Worse, wearing a new silk mantle and a new bonnet.
She had telegraphed for the whole set-out to Worse's agent in
Copenhagen, with whom the money had for some time been lying ready.

On the box of the carriage, huddled up in a heap, sat Mr. Samuelsen.
Mrs. Worse's efforts to make him take his place by her side had been
unavailing; he thought it was quite bad enough as it was.

A group of small boys were naturally standing round the carriage, partly
to see the horses, and partly to have a good look at the dreaded Pitter
Nilken. Suddenly one of the young rascals took it into his head to
repeat the well-known irritating verse--not exactly singing out loud,
but only barely moving his lips. The idea was soon caught up by his
comrades, and wherever the unhappy Mr. Samuelsen turned his head he
could read the couplet on the busy lips, and follow the song--

"Little Pitter Nilken,
Sitting on his chair"--

It was enough to drive one mad.

"He's always growing smaller
The longer he sits there."

The newly married couple got in, and the carriage rolled off through the
town. Mrs. Worse laughed boisterously with tears in her eyes the whole
way; she kept bowing in all directions, and her face was radiant with
smiles. As they turned into the yard, the new bonnet had slipped so far
over to one side that it fell off when the carriage stopped at the door;
and as the worthy Mr. Samuelsen jumped down, in his great anxiety to
help the ladies to alight, he came with both feet right on top of the
bonnet, notwithstanding that he had seen the danger when he was making
his spring.

It was quite a business to get Mrs. Worse "balanced" upstairs, she
laughed so immoderately. They all laughed; the coachman laughed; the
maids laughed; the newly married couple laughed; every one laughed
except the unfortunate Mr. Samuelsen, who followed the others upstairs,
carrying, with averted eyes, his mistress's bon