Jesus the little child will own—
Safe, at his side!
And thou shalt live before the throne
Because he died!’
“Kline had to step back into the shadow of the door of the recess, to wipe the tears off his face, before he could venture to speak to his little sister. But she spoke first.
“‘Kline!’
“‘What, dear?’ said her brother, coming forward.
“‘I thought I heard your step,’ said Sneeflocken with a smile, and putting up her lips to kiss him. ‘Where have you been all day?’
“‘O—over the mountains—hunting,’ said Kline as cheerfully as he could. ‘I saw a great big reindeer, Flocken; and I mean to go and find him to-morrow. That would fill the alpebod finely, and you would like some venison—wouldn’t you dear?’