bedroom, her father was sure to shout out from the stable for Stineli to
come to his help, for he had mislaid his cap, or his whip-lash was in a
knot, and she found the one in a trice,--it was generally on the
meal-box,--and her limber fingers had no trouble in untying the knotted
lash. So, you see, Stineli was always busy running about and working,
but always merry with it all, and rejoiced also in winter, when the
school began. Then she went with Rico to school and back again, and in
recess they were also together. And in summer she was still more happy,
for then the lovely Sunday evenings came when she could go out; and she
and Rico went, hand in hand,--the lad was always waiting for her in the
doorway,--over the big meadow towards the wood on the hill-side that
projected far out over the lake like an island. They used to sit up
there under the pines, and look out over the green waters of the lake,
and had so many questions to ask and so many answers to give, and were
so happy, that Stineli was happy all the week in thinking it over and
looking forward,--for Sunday always came again.

There was yet one other person in the household who called for Stineli
now and then,--that was her old grandmother.

She did not want her assistance, however, but had generally a bit of
money to give her that she had put aside, or some little thing that
would give the girl pleasure; for the grandmother noticed how much there
was for Stineli to do, and that she had less pleasure than other
children of her age, and the child was her favorite. She always had
something ready so that she could buy herself a red ribbon at the yearly
market, or a needle-case, if she wished.

Rico was also a favorite with this good grandmother, and she liked to
see the children together, and tried to contrive a little recreation for