"I try to remember it all the time, but I cannot get the words together; but I remember well the melody. Do you think you could guess the words, if I sing the melody?"
"Of course I can, you just sing on," encouraged Kaetheli, with confidence.
Erick sang a line, and then another, and still a bit, then he could not go further. Kaetheli, surprised, shook her head. "I never have heard that song, but perhaps we sing it, only a little differently. I am sure I shall find it. Tell me what it is about, about people or animals?"
"At the beginning about flowers, green trees, you know, with those beautiful branches and—"
"Stop, I know all," Kaetheli interrupted him; "now I am going to sing it to you." And with a firm voice and full tones Kaetheli began seriously:
"'Three roses in the garden,
Three birds are in the wood,
In summer it is lovely
In winter it is good.'
"Is that it?" she now asked, full of confidence that it must be it. But Erick shook his head decidedly, and said: