"Then he tried to catch it, and keep it fast, And keep it fast; But he woke, and away i' the night it passed, I' the night it passed. "'My Lord, let me pass in the night, I pray, In the night, I pray; For the tune has taken my heart away, My heart away.' "Then answered the Lord, 'It is thy friend, It is thy friend, Though not for an hour shall thy longing end, Thy longing end; "'And all the others are nothing to thee, Nothing to thee, To this that thou seekest and never shalt see, Never shalt see.'" XV. SOMEBODY'S FUTURE HOME. "Good bye," said Margit at the Clergyman's door. It was a Sunday evening in advancing summer-time; the Clergyman had returned from church, and Margit had been sitting with him till now, when it was seven o'clock. "Good bye, Margit," said the Clergyman. She hurried down the door-steps and into the yard; for she had seen Eli Böen playing there with her brother and the Clergyman's son. "Good evening," said Margit, stopping; "and God bless you all." "Good evening," answered Eli. She blushed crimson and wanted to leave off the game; the boys begged her to keep on, but she persuaded them to let her go for that evening. "I almost think I know you," said Margit. "Very likely." "Isn't it Eli Böen?" Yes, it was. "Dear me! you're Eli Böen; yes, now I see you're like your mother." Eli's auburn hair had come unfastened, and hung down over her neck and shoulders; she was hot and as red as a cherry, her bosom fluttered up and down, and she could scarcely speak, but laughed because she was so out of breath. "Well, young folks should be merry," said Margit, feeling happy as she looked at her. "P'r'aps you don't know me?" If Margit had not been her senior, Eli would probably have asked her name, but now she only said she did not remember having seen her before. "No; I dare say not: old folks don't go out much. But my son, p'r'aps you know a little--Arne Kampen; I'm his mother," said Margit, with a stolen glance at Eli, who suddenly looked grave and breathed slowly. "I'm pretty sure he worked at Böen once." Yes, Eli thought he did. "It's a fine evening; we turned our hay this morning, and got it in before I came away; it's good weather indeed for everything." "There will be a good hay-harvest this year," Eli suggested. "Yes, you may well say that; everything's getting on well at Böen, I suppose?" "We have got in all our hay." "Oh, yes, I dare say you have; your folks work well, and they have plenty of help. Are you going home to-night?" No, she was not. "Couldn't you go a little way with me? I so seldom have anybody to talk to; and it will be all the same to you, I suppose?" Eli excused herself, saying she had not her jacket on. "Well, it's a shame to ask such a thing the first time of seeing anybody; but one must put up with old folks' ways." Eli said she would go; she would only fetch her jacket first.