"' I never heard that，' said I.Now， have any of youhere in the carriage ever heard of a butterfly as a sign for anything but Frivolity? I kept quiet. I don't like long con-versations. I composed myself， and put the monument away in my pantry.There it stood till my lodger came home.He is a student and haa so many， many books. He assured methat it really stood for Immortality，and so the monument was placed on the grave."
And during all the chatter， Peer arrived at the station of the town where he was to live， and become just as wiseas the student， and have just as many books.
Ⅴ
Herr Gabriel， the honorable man of learning withwhom Peer was to live as a boarding scholar， was at therailway station， to call for him. Herr Cabriel was a man asthin as a skeleton， with great， shiny eyes that stuck out sovery far that one was almost afraid that when he sneezed they would pop out of his head entirely.He was accompa- nied by three of his own little boys; one of them stumbledover his own legs， and the other two stepped all over Peer's feet in their eagerness to get a close view of him.Two larger boys were with them， the older about fourteenyears， fair-skinned， freckled， and full of pimples.
"Young Madsen， who will be a student in aboutthree years，if he studies! Primus， son of a dean."Thatwas the younger， who looked like a head of wheat."Bothare boarders， studying with me，"said Herr Gabriel."Oursmall stuff，" he called his own boys.
"Trine，bring the newcomer's trunk on your wheel- barrow. The table is set for you at home."
"Stuffed turkey!" said the other two young gentle-men boarders.
"Stuffed turkey!" said the"small stuff"; and againone of them fell over his own legs.
"Caesar，look after your feet!"exclaimed Herr Gabriel.
And they walked into town and then out of it. Therestood a great half-tumbled-down timber house， with a jas-mine-covered summerhouse，facing the road. Here MadamGabriel waited with more"small stuff，"two little girls.
"The new pupil，" said Herr Gabriel.
"A most hearty welcome!" said Madam Gabriel， ayouthful， well-fed woman， red and white， with spit curlsand a lot of pomade on her hair.
"Good heavens，how grown-up you are!"she said toPeer."Why， you are a fully developed gentleman al- ready. I thought that you were like Primus or young Mad-sen.Angel Gabriel， it's a good thing the inner door isnailed. You know what I think."
"Nonsense!"said Herr Gabriel. And they stepped into the room. There was a novel on the table，lying open，and a sandwich on it.One might have thought that it had been placed there as a bookmark—it lay across theopen page.
"Now I must be the housewife!"And with all five ofher children， and the two boarders， she showed Peer through the kitchen， and the hallway，and into a littleroom， the windows of which looked out on the garden;that was to be his study and bedroom;it was next to Madam Gabriel's room， where she slept with all the fivechildren; the connecting door， for decency's sake， and toprevent gossip"which spares nobody，"had been nailed up by Herr Gabriel that very day，at Madam's express re- quest.
"Here you can live just as if you were at your par- ents'. We have a theater， too， in the town.The pharma- cist is the director of a private company，and we have trav- eling players But now you are going to have your turkey."
And so she showed Peer into the dining room， where the wash was drying on a line.
"That doesn't do any harm，" she said."It is only cleanliness， and that you are surely accustomed to."
So Peer sat down to eat the roast turkey， while thechildren of the house， but not the two boarders， who hadwithdrawn，gave a dramatic show for the entertainment of themselves and the stranger. There had lately been a trav-eling company of actors in town，which had played Schiller's The Robbers. The two oldest boys had been im- mensely taken with it. And they now performed the whole play at home—all the parts， notwithstanding that they re-membered only these words："Dreams come from the stom- ach."But they were spoken by all the characters in differ- ent tones of voice.There stood Amelia，with heavenly eyes and a dreamy look."Dreams come from the stomach!"she said， and covered her face with both her hands. Carl Moorcame forward with a heroic stride and manly voice， "Dreams come from the stomach，" and at that the wholeflock of children， boys and girls，rushed in; they were allrobbers，and murdered one another， crying out，"Dreams come from the stomach."