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prise. There sat Carl — surrounded by big 

 books of botany. 



^^ Young man/' the doctor sternly asked, tap- 

 ping the truant books, ^^ where did you get 

 these?" 



Carl confessed. 



*^Well, well, well," the doctor growled. 

 **And now, young man, go to bed." 



Early in the morning. Dr. Stobaeus sent for 

 the culprit, who went with a heavy heart. But 

 there, sitting in the stern doctor's chair, he 

 found his second fairy godfather. The doc- 

 tor's museum, his library, and his love were 

 Carl's forevermore. Yes, the lad was to join 

 them at the family table, too, and so he became 

 as a son in the house. 



The pleasant school year passed away, the 

 last at Lund, for when home on his vaca- 

 tion. Dr. Rothman said, ^*Now you must go to 

 Upsala." 



Carl, the poor student, entered Upsala, the 

 oldest seat of Swedish learning, little knowing 

 the glory that he was one day to shed over this 

 great University. It was a daring leap, for 



