"We cannot go side by side here."
"But this isn't to go in company."
"Catch me then," and on she ran.
They stopped when they got to the end of the trees.
"When shall we meet again?" she whispered.
"To-morrow, to-morrow."
"Yes, to-morrow."
"Good bye;" she ran.
"Marit!" and she stopped.
"How strange that we should meet first up on the ridge."