Copenhagen, when the rain patters and the winter approaches with
cold and a joyless sky, I shall still see before me Funen with its
green woods, flowers, and sunshine; it will appear to me that it
must still be so there, and that the garland and bouquet are only
withered because they are with me in the winter cold."

"In Copenhagen we shall meet again!" said Sophie.

"And I shall see you again with the swallows!" said Louise, "when
my flowers spring up again, when we have again warm summer days!
As far as I am concerned, you belong to the summer, and not to the
cold, calm winter."

Early on the following morning was Sophie, after all, at the
breakfast table. That was to honor Otto. Mamma showed herself as
the carriage was at the door. Wilhelm would accompany him as far as
Odense. It was, therefore, a double leave taking, here and there.

"We will always remain friends, faithful friends!" said Wilhelm,
when they parted.

"Faithful friends!" repeated Otto, and they rolled away toward
Middelfart; thus far should mamma's own carriage convey the
excellent Otto. Wilhelm remained behind in Odense; his coachman
drove Otto, and they discoursed upon the way. They passed
Vissenberg: the high, wooded hills there have received the name of
the Funen Alps. The legend relates of robbers who had here deep
passages underneath the high-road, where they hung bells which rang
when any one passed above. The inhabitants are still looked upon
with suspicion. Vissenberg appears a kind of Itri, between