Then there was a scornful laugh; and up on a rock he saw a tall strongly built girl, with a gold band in her hair and a huge wand in her hand.
She lifted a long wooden trumpet with such splendid powerful arms, threw back her neck with such a proud and resolute air, and stood firm and fast as a rock while she blew.
And it sounded far and wide through the summer evening, and rang back again across the hills.
But she, the prettiest and daintiest of them all, who had cast herself on the ground, stuck her fingers in her ears, and mimicked her and laughed and jeered.
Then she glanced up at him with her blue eyes peeping through her ashen-yellow hair, and whispered---
"If thou dost want me, swain, thou must pick me up."
"She has a strong firm grip for a gentle maiden," thought he to himself, as he raised her from the ground.
"But thou must catch me first," cried she.
And right towards the house they ran--she first, and he after her.
Suddenly she stopped short, and putting both arms akimbo, looked straight into his eyes: "Dost like me?" she asked.