Monday"Now pay attention," said Ole-Luk-Oie, in the evening,
when Hjalmar was in bed, "and I will decorate the room."
Immediately all the flowers in the flower-pots became
large trees, with long branches reaching to the ceiling, and
stretching along the walls, so that the whole room was like a
greenhouse. All the branches were loaded with flowers, each flower
as beautiful and as fragrant as a rose; and, had any one tasted
them, he would have found them sweeter even than jam. The fruit
glittered like gold, and there were cakes so full of plums that
they were nearly bursting. It was incomparably beautiful. At the
same time sounded dismal moans from the table-drawer in which lay
Hjalmar's school books.
"What can that be now?" said Ole-Luk-Oie, going to the
table and pulling out t
