"That you can look at another time," said Jakoba; "now you must be
of use a little!" And she reached him the ladies' cloaks.

Amidst promises of a return visit and the parting yelping of the
dogs the carriage rolled away.

"I have fairly fallen in love with the old place!" said Sophie.

"The Kaminerjunker gains much upon nearer acquaintance," said Otto.

They bad now reached the furthest extremity of the garden. A flower-rain
showered itself over them and the carriage. The Kammerjunker, Jakoba,
and the Mamsell, had taken a shorter way, and now waved an adieu to
the travellers, whilst at the same time they scattered hyacinths
and stocks over them. With a practiced hand Jakoba threw, as a
mark of friendship, a great pink straight into Otto's face. "Farewell,
farewell!" sounded from both sides, and, accompanied by the sound
of the evening-bell from the near village, for it was sunset, the
carriage rolled away.



CHAPTER XI

"Dance and stamp
Till the shoe-soles drop!"
--Danish Popular Song.

On the following day should the much-talked-of mowing-festival take