“It was strange,” she replied, with a smile, as she gathered one of the long trails growing close by and looked at the lovely little white bells with their pink veins.
He took it from her, and began to twine it in her hair.
“I didn’t expect to find it here,” he said, “and brought a fine plant of it from Nord fjord. We must take it home with us that you may have some for your bridal wreath.”
She made a little exclamation of doubt.
“Why, Frithiof? How long do you think it will go on flowering?”
“For another month,” he said, taking her glowing face between his hands and stooping to kiss her.
“Only a month!” she faltered.
“Surely that will be long enough to read the banns?” he said, with a smile. “And you really ought not to keep the Linnæa waiting a day longer.”