Along in the forenoon they travelled home on a little freight steamer. There her sister did up the parcel, sealed it with sealing-wax, which had been brought from home for this purpose, wrote the address, and sent off the novelette. This happened on one of the last days in July. Toward the end of August _Idun_ contained a notice to the effect that something over twenty manuscripts had been received by the editors, but that one or two among them were so confusedly written they could not be counted in. Then she gave up waiting for results. She knew, of course, which novelette was so confusedly written that it could not be counted in. One afternoon in November she received a curious telegram. It contained simply the words "Hearty Congratulations," and was signed by three of her college classmates. For her it was a terribly long wait until dinner-time of the following day, when the Stockholm papers were distributed. When the paper was in her hands, she had to search long without finding anything. Finally, on the last page she found a little notice in fine print which told that the prize had been awarded to her. To another it might not have meant so much, perhaps, but for her it meant that she could devote herself to the calling which all her life she had longed to follow. There is but little to add to this: The story that wanted to be told and sent out in the world was now fairly near its destination. Now it was to be written, at least, even though it might take a few years more before it was finished. She who was writing it had gone up to Stockholm around Christmas time, after she had received the prize. The editor of _Idun_ volunteered to print the book as soon as it was finished. If she could ever find time to write it! The evening before she was to return to Landskrona, she spent with her loyal friend, Baroness Adlersparre[1], to whom she read a few chapters aloud. [Footnote 1: Baroness Adlersparre--pen name, Esselde--was a noted Swedish writer, publisher, and philanthropist, and a contemporary of Fredrika Bremer.] "Esselde" listened, as only she could listen, and she became interested. After the reading she sat silently and pondered. "How long will it be before all of it is ready?" she asked finally. "Three or four years." Then they parted. The next morning, two hours before she was to leave Stockholm, a message came from Esselde bidding her come to her before the departure. The old Baroness was in her most positive and determined mood. "Now you must take a leave of absence for a year and finish the book. I shall procure the money." Fifteen minutes later the girl was on her way to the Principal of the Teachers' College to ask her assistance in securing a substitute. At one o'clock she was happily seated in the railway carriage. But now she was going no farther than Sörmland, where she had good friends who lived in a charming villa.