Translated from the Danish by Hanna Astrup Larsen and Published in Twelve stories as Ak, hvor forandret, 1828 WITH the help of my friend I had soon changed my clothes, but, alas, what a travesty! From the wardrobe of the counsellor I was equipped with a full set of garments: a coat or jacket of rough, heavy green cloth, which was both too wide and too short, and hung around my slender body in great folds but didn't reach down to my wrists; a yellow plush waistcoast, and knee-breeches of the same material which crept up over the knees with every step I took; blue woollen stockings and a pair of boots that slobbered around my legs. I didn't know myself, and alas, my sweet Maren would hardly know me either; _nec mirum;_ for this attire was a hideous contrast to a fashionable black coat, embro