ever so long."

So the lad seated himself by Stineli's side, and placed his fiddle in
position,--for he had, of course, brought that too,--and began to play,
and the children sang,--

"Little lambkins, come down
From the bright, sunny height,"

until they had sung all the verses; but Stineli had not had half enough.

"We will sing more," she said, and went on,--

"Little lambkins, above
On the bright, pleasant hill,
The sunlight is sparkling,
The winds are not still."

And then Rico sang the verse and was pleased and said, "Sing some more."

Stineli was quite excited: thought a bit, and looked up, then down, and
sang again,--

"And the lambkins, and the lambkins,
And the heavens so blue;
And red and white flowers,
And the green grasses, too."

Then Rico fiddled and sung the verse with her, and said again,
"Some more."