In this way the time passed quicker than we thought, and when we had sped down the hill for the last time, the whole lot of us sprang off homeward.
Pekka was standing at the chopping block and did n't even turn his head, although we all called to him with one voice to come and see how the lamp was lit. We children plunged headlong into the room in a body.
But at the door we stood stock-still. The lamp was already burning there beneath the rafters so brightly that we could n't look at it without blinking.
"Shut the door; it's rare cold," cried father, from behind the table.
"They scurry about like fowls in windy weather," grumbled mother from her place by the fireside.
"No wonder the children are dazed by it, when I, old woman as I am, cannot help looking up at it," said the innkeeper's old mother.
"Our maid also will never get over it," said the magistrate's step-daughter.
It was only when our eyes had got a little used to the light that we saw that the room was half full of neighbors.
"Come nearer, children, that you may see it properly," said father, in a much milder voice than just before.
"Knock that snow off your feet, and come
