Chapter I: Front Matter

WHAT HAPPENED

TO

INGER JOHANNE

WHAT HAPPENED

TO

INGER JOHANNE

AS TOLD BY HERSELF

Translated from the Norwegian of

DIKKEN ZWILGMEYER

_by_ EMILIE POULSSON

ILLUSTRATED _by_

FLORENCE LILEY YOUNG

BOSTON

LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.

Published, October, 1919

COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.

_All Rights Reserved_

What Happened to Inger Johanne

_Norwood Press_

BERWICK & SMITH CO.

NORWOOD, MASS. U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I, INGER JOHANNE 11

I. OURSELVES, OUR TOWN, AND OTHER THINGS 13

II. AN INTERRUPTED CELEBRATION 31

III. MY FIRST JOURNEY ALONE 41

IV. WHAT HAPPENED ONE ST. JOHN'S DAY 59

V. LEFT BEHIND 70

VI. IN THE MEAL CHEST 86

VII. PETS: PARTICULARLY CAROLA-CAROLUS 93

VIII. CHRISTMAS MUMMING 113

IX. MOTHER BRITA'S GRANDCHILD 123

X. THE MASON'S LITTLE PIGS 143

XI. LOCKED IN 156

XII. AT GOODFIELDS 170

XIII. OLEANA'S CLOCK 179

XIV. A TRIP TO GOODFIELDS SAETER 186

XV. LOST IN THE FOREST 204

XVI. TRAVELING WITH A BILLY-GOAT 223

XVII. IN SCHOOL 239

XVIII. WHEN THE CIRCUS CAME 253

XIX. MOVING 273

ILLUSTRATIONS

Mina and I hauled her up by the arms into the boat (page 22) _Frontispiece_

FACING PAGE

The dean took Peter by the left ear and dragged him away 40

They just hauled and pulled me as hard as they could 68

She told me the whole story of her life 80

And how Karsten and Peter laughed down below! 110

The only pleasant thing was that there came a tremendously big heavy snowslide right down on the little shoemaker 124

She began to shriek and point and throw up her arms 152

And smashed a window-pane with it 166

"Oleana," said I, "we wanted to give you a clock" 184

How we wandered,--round and round, up and
down, hither and thither! 208

The beautiful red cherries crackled in Billy-goat's mouth 236

I stood on the barn steps with a long whip 260

WHAT HAPPENED TO INGER JOHANNE

I, INGER JOHANNE

I have always heard grown people say that when you meet strangers and there is no one else to introduce you, it is highly proper and polite to introduce yourself. Uncle Karl says that polite people always get on in the world; and as I want dreadfully to do that, I will be polite and tell you who I am.

Everybody in our town knows me; and they call me "the Judge's Inger Johanne," because my father is the town judge, you see; and I am thirteen years old. So now you know me.

And just think! I am going to write a book! If you ask, "What about?" I shall have to say, "Nothing in particular," for I haven't a speck more to tell of than other girls thirteen years old have, except that queer things are always happening to me, somehow.

Probably it isn't easy to write a book when you have never done it before, especially when thoughts come galloping through your head as fast as they do through mine. Why, I think of a hundred things, while Peter, the dean's son, is thinking of one and a half! But, easy or not, since I, Inger Johanne, have set my heart on writing a book, write it I will, you may be sure; and now I begin in earnest.