"Oh! you are a terrible boy," said Beate, "but I know well how to hide Little Beate, so that you shall never touch her."
Then she went straight to her little friend and told her sorrowfully what a naughty boy Viggo was, that he intended to kill her, and that she, Big Beate, didn't dare to have her inside the house. "But I know a place where I shall hide you well so that he shall never find you," said she.
Then she took her little friend and went with her behind the barn to a high stone fence. Close up against it stood a briar rose bush laden with blossoms, the pale pink roses hanging down on all sides. It made a little fragrant bower and there Little Beate should stay in its shade and shelter and sit on a grass bench. When night came, and it grew damp and cold, she should not be uncomfortable for she had her warm cape there, and raisin cookies she had on a platter by her side, and all about her the roses bloomed so prettily.
Then Big Beate kissed her good-bye and good-night, and begged her to be patient, and by no means to go out so that Viggo the Viking should see her. Big Beate promised surely to see her the next morning and find out how she had slept, and then she went quietly away.
Beate had hardly time to wash her face the next morning before she ran to her little friend. She was afraid that Little Beate might have been scared in the dark, because she was all alone in the little bower during the night. Beate ran as fast as she could and came out of breath to the briar rose bush. But you can't imagine her sorrow. Little Beate was not there, her cape and hat lay on the ground, but her little friend was gone. Nowhere was she to be found. Beate searched and called her name, but no answer came. It was Viggo the Viking who had carried her away, she knew. As sorrowful as she now was, Big Beate had never been before in all her life. She burst into tears and turned home slowly with a broken heart.
Who should after this be her best friend, who always was willing to do what she wanted? And who should be godmother to her first daughter when she grew up?