"How can you be so sure, Erik?" asked Greta. "Baron Karl is often quite ill. We must be fair to him."
"I will prove to Fru Hansson that he is a coward!" cried Erik.
Greta laughed. "Come for a walk with me, Erik," she said. "It may be our last one for a long time."
They started off through the beautiful forest together, and by dinner time Greta had not yet returned. Erik had come home. He was in his cottage, gazing innocently out of the window. Summer twilight hung over the land, silvery purple. It would linger far into the night.
Fru Hansson and the Baron waited at the big house, but still Greta did not arrive. Servants were sent to look for her. She was nowhere to be found. Evening wore on. Now everybody on the estate was searching for Greta, and the Baron was having a chill.
Greta had disappeared.
A YOUNG WEAVER AT THE FAMOUS SÄTERGLANTANS WEAVING SCHOOL IN DALECARLIA