should be very glad if you would say 'Our Father' for me, I feel so very
much troubled."

Just at this moment the prayer-bell sounded. The grandmother folded her
hands and repeated the Lord's Prayer, and Rico also folded his hands.
Every thing was quiet in the room. After a while the grandmother bent
over and closed the old teacher's eyes, for he had passed away. Then she
took Rico by the hand, and went softly home with him.




CHAPTER VIII.

ON THE LAKE OF SILS.


Stineli did not recover herself during the entire week, her joy was so
great; but it seemed as if that week were ten days longer than any
other, for Sunday seemed never to come.

At last it did come, and a golden sun shone over the harvest fields, and
she and Rico went up under the fir-trees, where the sparkling lake lay
spread out at their feet; and the girl's heart was so overflowing with
happiness, that she had to dance about and shout aloud before she seated
herself on the moss, on the very edge of the slope. There she could see
every thing round about,--the sunny heights and the lake, and, stretched
over all, the blue heavens.

Suddenly she called out, "Come now, Rico; we will sing,--sing for