"Are we going up in the wood?" asked the little girl, clinging tightly to Magnhild's hand.
"Yes," replied the lady; "is there not a path across the fields behind the house?"
"Yes, there is."
"Then let us go that way."
They went into the house again, and passed out of the back door, through the garden, across the fields. The wood lay to the left of the church, and entirely covered the plain and the tower mountain slopes. Magnhild and the child walked on in advance; the lady and Tande followed.
"What is your name?" asked the little girl.
"Magnhild."
"How funny, for my name is Magda, and that is almost the same." Presently she said: "Have you ever seen papa in uniform?"
No, Magnhild never had.
"He is coming here soon, papa is, and I will ask him to put it on."