Third VisitOn this occasion I chose the general "moving-day" for my
visit to Ole, for on that day it is anything but agreeable down in
the streets in the town; for they are full of sweepings, shreds,
and remnants of all sorts, to say nothing of the cast-off rubbish
in which one has to wade about. But this time I happened to see two
children playing in this wilderness of sweepings. They were playing
at "going to bed," for the occasion seemed especially favorable for
this sport. They crept under the straw, and drew an old bit of
ragged curtain over themselves by way of coverlet. "It was
splendid!" they said; but it was a little too strong for me, and
besides, I was obliged to mount up on my visit to Ole.
"It's moving-day to day," he said; "streets and houses are
like a dust-bin—a
