A childhood story laid in a little town on the sea-coast of Norway, as told by the Judge's eldest daughter, who has just turned thirteen when the story opens.
He's terribly afraid of the cold, too, and goes about with a scarf wound around his neck, and mittens if a single snowflake falls. Still, Peter is very nice indeed; he does everything that I want him to.
Then there is my brother Karsten, but I've told you about him. He is a little younger than the rest of us.
Another boy is Ezekiel Weiby. He is fourteen years old and has an awfully narrow face--not much broader than a ruler. He is very clever and reads every sort of book. But when he is out with the rest of us, he wants us all to sit still and hear him tell about everything he has been reading. For a while that is very pleasant, but I get tired of it pretty soon, for I hate to sit still long at a time. That is a very funny thing. Other people get tired of walking or running about, but I can't stand it to sit still.
Nils Trap is the bravest of all the boys. He never wears an overcoat, but goes around with his hands in his pockets whistling a funny tune:
"Ho, hei for Laaringa!"<