To make thee strong and whole.
Go over hill and over dale,
Go by the shining sea and hearken intent,
To the tale of sad-ness in the woods,
And the gentle answer of the brook.
Knutty slept.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
But Katharine did not sleep. Hour after hour she watched by the window, straining her eyes into the distance. And as he still did not come, and the suspense became intolerable, she went out to find him. It was five o'clock when she left the Gaard, and nearly nine when she returned.
"Has he come back?" she asked eagerly of Gerda, who was standing in the porch. Gerda shook her head.