To catch such game, and to carry it home, would be indeed in the highest degree a memorable action.

"What would Henrik and my sisters say?
What would all the city say?
Perhaps it will get into the newspapers!--perhaps the king may get to hear of it!"-- thought Petrea, whilst, out of herself with ambition and earnestness, she pursued the little squirrel over stock and stone.
Her frock was torn; her hands and feet were bruised; but that was a mere nothing! She felt it not, more particularly--oh, height of felicity!--as she fell down, and at that same moment grasped in her trembling hands her little prey.

Petrea cried for delight, and shouted to her mother and sisters, who--could not hear her.
"Oh, thou little most loveable creature!" said Petrea, endeavouring at the same time to kiss her little captive, in return for which that most loveable little creature bit her by the chin.

Surprised, and sorely smarting from the pain, Petrea began to cry; yet for all that would not let go the squirrel, although the blood flowed from the wound.

Petrea ran forward, wondering that she never came to the great trellis-gate, through which she knew she must pass in order to reach home.