"While you are away, Greta, I'll look around and find a new home for Chouse," her father announced suddenly. At last it had come--this terrible thing that she had been dreading. "But I thought that Chouse had been a very good dog lately." For the moment Greta had forgotten Hans's report about the turkeys. "I had hoped he would learn to behave better," said her father, "but today he injured several of the young turkeys, and I just _can't_ have it, Greta. So we must find another home for him. I know how you love Chouse, and I hate to do this, but I don't see any other way out." "Why can't Chouse come to Copenhagen with us?" asked Anna, hoping that maybe this would solve the problem, at least for a while. "Do you think your mother would want him?" "Oh, yes, I'm sure it would be all right with Mother," said Anna. "We don't have any chickens or turkeys, so Chouse couldn't very well get into mischief at my house." Greta's father hesitated a minute or two before he answered, while Greta watched him anxiously. "All right, Anna, Chouse may go to Copenhagen with you and Greta." [Illustration: A TYPICAL VILLAGE SCENE] Greta sank back in her chair with a deep sigh. By the time she came home from Copenhagen, the whole matter would probably be forgotten. At any rate, the evil day had been postponed. When the day came for Greta and Anna to leave for Copenhagen, the whole family went to the train with them. Hans gave Chouse a goodbye pat on the head. "Take good care of my little sister, Chouse," he said. "And you take good care of the kittens, Hans," warned Greta. Soon all the goodbyes were said and the two girls were on the train. "I wish we could get seats by the window," said Greta. They walked up and down the aisle, which was on one side of the train, but there wasn't a single empty seat beside a window. Each car was divided into a dozen sections, like little rooms, with two long seats facing each other. There was space for four people on each seat, or eight people in each section. The girls sat down in a section where there were only three people. At the very next station, two of them got off, and then there was a vacant seat beside the window. Greta and Anna decided to take turns at sitting there. "What time will it be when we reach Copenhagen, Anna?" "After seven o'clock. You see we have to cross the peninsula of Jutland and then the island of Zealand before we come to Copenhagen." "I have never seen a really large city before, Anna." "You will love Copenhagen, Greta. It has such beautiful parks and shops and castles and, oh, _everything_!" "Oh, look, Anna, here we are at Lemvig already. Do you know the story about Lemvig?" "No; what is it?"