"Yes, it is there;" and Arne heard her just then hammering it in with the scoop. "But get up, I say, Baard! Surely we are not to stay here all night?" "I am waiting for the chest." "But, my dear, bless you, I have told you it is to wait until the first Sunday there is service." "There it comes," said Baard, and they heard the rattling of a cart. "Why, I said it was to wait until the first Sunday there is service." "I said we were to take it along." Without anything further, the wife hastened up to the cart, and carried the bundle, the lunch-box, and other small things down to the boat. Then Baard arose, went up, and took the chest himself. But behind the cart there came rushing along a girl in a straw hat, with floating hair; it was the priest's daughter. "Eli! Eli!" she called, as she ran. "Mathilde! Mathilde!" Eli answered, and ran toward her. They met on the hill, put their arms about each other, and wept. Then Mathilde took up something she had set down on the grass: it was a bird-cage. "You shall have Narrifas; yes, you shall. Mother wishes it, too. You shall, after all, have Narrifas,--indeed, you shall; and then you will think of me. And very often row--row--row over to me," and the tears of both flowed freely. "Eli! Come, now, Eli! Do not stand there!" was heard from below. "But I want to go along," said Mathilde. "I want to go and sleep with you to-night!" "Yes, yes, yes!" and with arms twined about each other's necks they moved down toward the landing. Presently Arne saw the boat out on the water. Eli stood high on the stern, with the bird-cage, and waved her hand; Mathilde was left behind, and sat on the stone landing weeping. She remained sitting there as long as the boat was on the water; it was but a short distance across to the red house, as said before; and Arne kept his seat, too. He watched the boat, as she did. It soon passed into the darkness, and he waited until it drew up to the shore: then he saw Eli and her parents in the water; in it he followed them up toward the houses, until they came to the prettiest one of them all. He saw the mother go in first, then the father with the chest, and last of all the daughter, so far as he could judge from their size. Soon after the daughter came out again, and sat down in front of the store-house door, probably that she might gaze over at the other side, where at that moment the sun was shedding its parting rays. But the young lady from the parsonage had already gone, and Arne alone sat watching Eli in the water. "I wonder if she sees me!"