"Oh," she whispered at last, very softly, "if she only knew how I love her now—your mother! I never loved her so before." And she clasped her arms round his neck.
THE RAPIDS
The rapids at Kohiseva are well known; none so well known, nor so ill famed, in all the length of Nuoli River.
And the homestead at Moisio is a well-known place, for they are a stubborn race that hold it; for generations past the masters of Moisio have been known among their neighbours as men of substance, and hard in their dealings to boot—unswerving and pitiless as the waters of Kohiseva.
The daughter at Moisio is well known too; none carries her head so high, and a tender glance from her eyes is more than any of the young men round can boast of having won.
Kyllikki is her name—and no one ever had such a name—at least, folk say there's no such name in the calendar.
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The lumbermen's rearguard had come to Kohiseva. They came by night, and here they were at their first day's work there now. Some were still busy floating the last of the timber down; others were clearing the banks of lumber that had driven ashore.
It was evening, and the men were on their way to their quarters in the village.
In the garden at Moisio a young girl was watering some plants newly set.