We danced and skipped and shouted, “Hurrah!” looking towards the town all the time to see whether any one noticed our splendid bonfire. Hurrah! Hurrah!
The wind began to blow,—to blow very hard. Sparks flew all over the hill. We could not stand in the lee of the bonfire, for it would have been like standing in a sea of flame.
Well, if the townsfolk didn’t see that fire now, it must be that they had no eyes in their heads. Andreas turned somersaults in the heather. Hurrah! Hurrah!
But all at once I noticed some little flames springing up here and there.
“The heather is on fire!” I shouted.
“Hurrah!” shouted Andreas and Karsten in high glee.
But at that moment something seemed to tighten in my chest. I was afraid with a great sudden fear.
“Now all that will be a St. John’s Night bonfire,” said Karsten gleefully, pointing towards the moor.
“Are you crazy? Put it out! Only put it out!” I shouted.
