"How good you are!" he said, with a sense of unspeakable joy and thankfulness.
"And you too…. Good-bye, Olof."
"Good-bye—fairy!"
He stood in the clearing, watching her as she went, till the last glimpse of her had vanished between the trees.
She turned round once, and the red flowers in her white blouse burned like the glow of the setting sun on a white cloud.
"I'll fell no more to-day," said the youth, and sat down on a fallen tree, with his head in his hands.
GAZELLE
"My love is like a strawberry sweet,
Strawberry sweet, strawberry sweet.
I'll dance with her when next we meet,
Next we meet, next we meet!"
The song came as a welcome from the playing-fields of the village as Olof climbed the hill; it lightened his step, forcing him to keep time.
Even the trees around seemed waving to the tune; the girls' thin summer dresses fluttered, and here and there gay ribbons in their hair.