The moon shall guide me o’er the sea;
The little stars are friends to me;
And the dancing waves, so light and free,
O, they shall bear me company!
Farewell, now fare thee well!”
Fainter and fainter grew the music. The boat was now but a speck upon the waters.
And thus did Bertha and her little maiden float away in the moonlight out upon the wide sea!
CHAPTER XII.
THE CHILDREN IN TROUBLE.
WHEN the little boat could no longer be seen, Rosebud went sorrowfully back to the hut and to her bed. And there she lay, trembling, expecting every moment the return of the old woman. But day dawned; the sun rose, the children also; and still she had not appeared.
What had become of granny?