"They never can move their beds at all," said Sigrid, who was making a tour about the room. She peered curiously between some striped hand-woven curtains which hung in front of a wooden bed, built into the house. Similar beds lined the walls. "Many of the peasants use that kind of bed," said Major Lund. "Once, when I was in Lapland, I slept in a big drawer." "Was that the time that you were snowed in and you climbed out through the chimney to dig a path?" asked Erik. "Yes, that was the same time," said his father. "I should think you would have smothered in the drawer," said Anders, who had been very quiet. "There was no danger of that," replied Major Lund. "All around the rooms were wooden sofas. At night, you pulled out a big drawer beneath the seat. The drawer was filled with hay, and over that you spread blankets." Mrs. Lund talked to the peasant woman while the children continued to look about. A huge fireplace filled one corner of the room. On a low brick platform that came out into the room, the fire was built. Across another corner a rope was stretched. Over it hung dresses and coats. "What do they do that for?" whispered Sigrid to her mother. "They haven't any closet for their dresses except that," replied Mrs. Lund. For a moment or two, after they came out of the gloomy interior, the sun was dazzling. They ate dinner under some pine-trees, and then kept on through the woods. "We haven't time to visit all these houses. But you would like to see the hut half-buried in the ground. The herdsmen live in such places in summer while they are tending their cattle. And we won't forget the Lapps, Anders," said the father, gently tweaking his son's ear. "Who are all those people in that carriage?" asked Mrs. Lund. "I had almost forgotten that this is Bellman's day. Those people live here. They always dress in the costume of the time of our beloved poet on his anniversary day." An old carryall drove slowly past. Within were several men dressed in black velvet coats and knee-breeches, white wigs, and three-cornered hats. "Later in the day, we will walk over to Bellman's statue, where I am sure we shall find many people." "I see the reindeer," exclaimed Anders. "There they are on those high rocks." Before them stretched the group of Laplander tents of birch poles covered with canvas. "That dark-skinned girl playing with the dog looks about my age. I wonder what she does with the wooden spoon which hangs from her belt," said Sigrid. "Go and ask her, if you like," said Mrs. Lund. "I don't believe that she will understand you. That tent has the flap turned back. Do you see that flat stone in the centre? Her dinner is cooked in a big kettle on that stone. When the meal is ready, she will dip her ladle into the kettle for her share." "Over yonder is the summer-house of our famous seer, Swedenborg. It used to be in his garden in Stockholm, and there he worked and wrote," said Major Lund, nodding in the direction of a neat pavilion.