Dora first opened the window towards the garden; a delicious odor of jasmine and mignonette was wafted into the room from the flower-beds below.  The high green hedge stretched away for a long distance, and beyond it she could see green sward and flower-beds and shady bowers.  How lovely it must be over there!  There was no one in sight, but some one certainly must have been there, for by the door of the house rose a wonderful triumphal arch, made of two tall bean-poles tied together at the top, and thickly covered with fir-branches.  A large piece of card-board hung down from the arch, and swung back and forth in the wind, and something was written on it in big letters.

Suddenly a noise resounded from the open space in front of the great house.  Dora ran to the other window and peeped out.  A carriage stood there and two brown horses there stamping impatiently in their traces.  A crowd of children came bursting out of the door of the house, all together; one, two, three, four, five, six, both boys and girls.  “I, I, I must get upon the box,” cried each one, and all together, louder and louder at every word; while in the midst of the crowd, the great dog began to jump upon first one child and then another, barking joyfully in his excitement.  Such a noise had probably not greeted Aunt Ninette’s ears within the memory of man.

“What is the matter, in heaven’s name,” cried she, almost beside herself.  “What sort of a place have we come to?”

“Oh Aunty, look! see; they are all getting into the carriage,” cried Dora, who was enchanted at the sight.  Such a merry party she had never seen before.

One lad jumped upon the wheel, and clambered nimbly to a seat on the box beside the driver, from which he reached down his hand towards the dog, who was jumping and barking with delight.

“Come Schnurri, you can come too,” cried the boy at the top of his lungs, at the same time catching at the dog, now by his tail, now by his paw, and again by his thick hair, until the driver leaned down and pulled the creature up beside them, with a strong swing.  Meantime the eldest boy lifted a little girl from the ground, and jumped her into the carriage, and two younger boys, one slender, the other round as a ball, began to clamor, “Me too, Jule, me too, a big high one! me higher still!” and they shouted with glee, as they too were lifted up and deposited on the seat.  Then Jule helped the older girl into the carriage, jumped in himself, and gave the door a good smart bang, for “big Jule” had strong muscles.  The horses started; but now another cry arose.

“If Schnurri is going, I can take Philomele with me.  Trine!  Trine! bring me Philomele, I want to take Philomele!” shouted the little girl as loud as she could call.

The young, strong-fisted servant-maid who now appeared in the door-way, grasped the situation at once.  She seized the gray cat that stood on the stone step casting angry looks at Schnurri, and flung her into the carriage.  The whip cracked, and off they rolled.