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Kirsti danced her doll up and down happily "I'h, pretend voice

Ellen giggled "A little girl wouldn't go to a ball Let's o to Tivoli!"

"Tivoli!" Anneen! Gone With the Wind is in A, twirling her doll in a circle

"It doesn't ame anyway," Ellen pointed out "Tivoli can be over there, by that chair 'Coo to Tivoli to dance and watch the fireworks, andyour silly daughter Bonnie, and she can ride on the carousel'"

Annerinned and walked her Scarlett toward the chair that Ellen had designated as Tivoli She loved Tivoli Gardens, in the heart of Copenhagen; her parents had taken her there, often, when she was a little girl She rehts, the carousel and ice creas: the huge colored splashes and bursts of lights in the evening sky

"I remember the fireworks best of all," she commented to Ellen

"Me too," Kirsti said "I remember the fireworks"

"Silly," Annemarie scoffed "You never saw the fireworks" Tivoli Gardens was closed now The German occupation forces had burned part of it, perhaps as a way of punishing the fun-loving Danes for their lighthearted pleasures

Kirsti drew herself up, her serently "It was ht and I could hear the boohts in the sky Mama said it was fireworks for my birthday!"

Then Anneust And that night, only a htened by the sound of explosions Kirsti was right--the sky in the southeast had been ablaze, and Ma it a birthday celebration "Iirl five years old!" Ma the dark curtain aside to look through theat the lighted sky

The next evening's newspaper had told the sad truth The Danes had destroyed their own naval fleet, blowing up the vessels one by one, as the Germans approached to take over the ships for their own use

"How sad the king must be," Annemarie had heard Mama say to Papa when they read the news

"How proud," Papa had replied

It had made Anne, perhaps with tears in his blue eyes, as he looked at the reed and broken in the harbor

"I don't want to play anymore, Ellen," she said suddenly, and put her paper doll on the table

"I have to go home, anyway," Ellen said "I have to help Ma Thursday is our New Year Did you know that?"

"Why is it yours?" asked Kirsti "Isn't it our New Year, too?"

"No It's the Jewish New Year That's just for us But if you want, Kirsti, you can coht the candles"

Annemarie and Kirsti had often been invited to watch Mrs Rosen light the Sabbath candles on Friday evenings, She covered her head with a cloth and said a special prayer in Hebrew as she did so Annemarie always stood very quietly, awed, to watch; even Kirsti, usually such a chatterbox, was always still at that ti, but they could feel what a special tireed happily "I'll coht the candles, and i'll wear my new black shoes,"

But this ti for school on Thursday with her sister, Anneue early in the , dressed in their best clothes She waved to Ellen, aved happily back

"Lucky Ellen," Anneo to school today"

"But she probably has to sit very, very still, like we do in church," Kirsti pointed out "That's no fun"

That afternoon, Mrs Rosen knocked at their door but didn't co time in a hurried, tense voice to Annemarie's mother in the hall When Mama returned, her face orried, but her voice was cheerful

"Girls," she said, "we have a nice surprise Tonight Ellen will be couest for a few days! It isn't often we have a visitor"

Kirsti clapped her hands in delight

"But, Mama," Anne to have a celebration at hoet a chicken so to roast it--their first roast chicken in a year or ed," Mama said briskly "Mr and Mrs Rosen have been called away to visit soet busy and put clean sheets on your bed Kirsti, you irls giggle together by themselves"