This song of the people possesses a rare plaintiveness, and describes how a peasant girl had expected her lover, but he came not, and her grief at seeing him with a rival. The ballad is touching to a degree, and the verse-- "Hvor kan man plukker Roser Hvor ingen Roser groer? Hvor kan man finde Kjaerlighed Hvor Kjaerlighed ej boer?" "Where can one pluck roses Where no roses grow? Where can one find affection Where no affection lives?" is exquisitely tender. Helga had heard the song often, and sang it herself, but it had never seemed to possess such a depth of feeling. Hardy got up from the piano, and saw that Helga's eyes were tearful. "I thank you, Hardy," said the Pastor. "No man can sing like that unless his heart is true." "I am sure of it, father," said Helga. "I never heard anything so beautiful in my life!" "But, Hardy, you are going away; and how will you take the piano?" asked Pastor Lindal. "If you would allow it to remain with you, Herr Pastor, during the autumn and winter, I should be much indebted to you," said Hardy. "But if Froken Helga would accept it as a recollection of a cool and calculating Englishman, I will give it her with pleasure." Before the Pastor could reply, his daughter had. "I will accept it gratefully;" and she rose up and, after the Danish manner, gave her hand to Hardy, and said, using a Danish expression, "a thousand thanks." "Thank you, Hardy, very much," said the Pastor. "You have done us many kindnesses; but after visiting the poor and the sick in my parish, the knowledge that I shall hear my daughter's voice, that is so like my wife's, singing in the winter evenings, will be a comfort to me." The next day they went to Rosendal, and met Macdonald with his plans. The being on the spot and understanding what was proposed to be done was a different thing to seeing the plans at the parsonage. The reality struck Helga. She was much interested, and Hardy saw that she understood and entered into everything. There was nothing to suggest or to alter in Macdonald's plans, and Hardy at once arranged for their execution. The Danish bailiff was at first obstructive, but Hardy's quiet, decisive manner changed the position, and gradually it dawned upon him that the place would be greatly improved, and that the residence of an English family for part of the year at Rosendal would not prejudice him. Karl and Axel had been on the lake trolling, but they had caught nothing, and came back disappointed to the mansion, and begged Hardy to fish, if but to catch one pike. Hardy said he could not leave the Pastor and his daughter while he went fishing with them. "We must have a pike for dinner," said the Pastor, "and as the boys cannot catch one, you must, Hardy." "May I go in the boat?" asked Helga. "I have never seen Herr Hardy fish." "Oh, pike-fishing is nothing," said Karl "It is trout-fishing with a fly that Herr Hardy does so well."