Now we'll lock the saeter door;
Here no longer food can be found,
By the Hudre Folk or ourselves,
Glad are we that home we're going,
Gladder still the cows, I'm sure.
When they had finished, Knutty looked round and saw Gerda standing listening.
"Now," said Knutty, "you will understand why I come to the cowhouse. It is my concert-room. Well then, my good friends, good-bye for the present."
"Come back to-morrow," cried Mette. "The milking goes so merrily when thou art here."
"And mind, no dancing!" said Knutty, smiling and putting up her hand in warning. "Remember the long-tailed one!"
Mette's merry laughter sounded after them, and was followed by her finale, the mountain-call to the goats: