Any one would have thought that he was composing a drama and acting it out as he went along; he kept throwing up his head, and gazing enthusiastically first at one inkstand and then at another, as if he were summoning them all to great heroic deeds.
Aunt Clarissa, who generally sat in the room during the lesson-time to keep order in the little company, had just been called out by Lina, the maid-servant, who was usually a most quiet and reserved young person, but who was now, evidently, much excited and almost distressed as she asked to "speak a word with Mrs.Clarissa." No sooner was the door closed than Oscar broke out eagerly:-- "Though neither you nor anybody knows where the Festival is to be this evening, Fani, yet promise me, on your word of honor, that you will join us--Promise! at quarter before six, at the three oaks.

Promise! and from there we march to the place of celebration." Fani looked at Emma.
"Yes, of course you can promise.

We shall be back by that time," said Emma, decidedly.

"You see, Oscar, we have something to do together before that; but we are going at two o'clock if we can get away." "Go where you please; only promise to be back," said Oscar.
Fani promised that he would be at the three oaks before six o'clock.
"And you too, Fred; we have not too many at the best.

Promise that you'll come too." It was not so easy to get Fred's consent; he was always slow to make a promise.