During the journey home in the carriage, she had wept and laughed hysterically, now clutching her baby, and then embracing her husband.

Before reaching Folking she had been so worn with fatigue that he had hardly been able to support her on the seat.

But after rest for a day or two, she had rallied completely.

And she herself had taken pleasure and great pride in the fact that through it all her baby had never really been ill.

'He is a little man,' she said, boasting to the boy's father, 'and knows how to put up with troubles.