"Hold still! Hold still!" cried the little one suddenly, and sprang with
a big jump out of the low carriage.

"Now we must have all the flowers, every single one! Come!"

And the little girl was already in the midst of the grass, stamping
bravely forward. But Sami said quite prudently:

"You mustn't go so into the grass. It is forbidden. But see, if we go
around outside and take all the flowers you can reach, there will be a
big bunch."

The little one came out, for she knew that she ought not to do what was
forbidden. Then the flowers were gathered according to Sami's advice, but
the little companion soon had enough of such exertion, seated herself on
the ground and said:

"Come, sit down by me. But you must not speak French to me. I have to
learn that with Madame Laurent, but I would rather speak German, and you
must do so too."

"I don't speak French, I don't know how," replied Sami; "but I can't
speak like you either."

"Where do you come from then, if you don't speak German and don't speak
French?" the little one wanted to know.

Sami thought for a moment, then he said:

"First I came from Chailly and then from Zweisimmen."