296 A DAY AT FRAMHEIM 



be felt. So this was the cause of the bad atmosphere. 

 The next things that caught my eye were the bunks- 

 nine of them: three on the right hand and six on the 

 left. Most of the sleepers if they could be regarded 

 as such while the table was being laid slept in bags- 

 sleeping-bags. They must have been warm enough. 

 The rest of the space was taken up by a long table, 

 with small stools on two sides of it. Order appeared 

 to reign ; most of the clothes were hung up. Of course, 

 a few lay on the floor, but then Lindstrom had been 

 running about in the dark, and perhaps he had pulled 

 them down. On the table, by the window, stood a 

 gramophone and some tobacco-boxes and ash-trays. 

 The furniture was not plentiful, nor was it in the style 

 of Louis Quinze or Louis Seize, but it was sufficient. 

 On the wall with the window hung a few paintings, 

 and on the other portraits of the King, Queen, and 

 Crown Prince Olav, apparently cut out of an illustrated 

 paper, and pasted on blue cardboard. In the corner 

 nearest the door on the right, where there was no bunk, 

 the space seem to be occupied by clothes, some hanging 

 on the wall, some on lines stretched across. So that 

 was the drying-place, modest in its simplicity. Under 

 the table were some varnished boxes Heaven knows 

 what they were for! 



Now there seemed to be life in one of the bunks. It 

 was Wisting, who was getting tired of the noise that 

 still continued. Lindstrom took his time, rattling the 





