pt.

"You are very attentive to-day," cried Lenore, slowly withdrawing her
hand. "The mood suits you charmingly, Wohlfart."

The fur glove was again stretched out to detain the hand withdrawn. At
that moment two crows on the nearest tree began a violent dispute,
screamed, croaked, and flew about Anton's head.

"Begone, you wretched creatures!" thought Anton, in his excitement; "you
shall not disturb me any more."

But Lenore looked full and frankly at him. "I am not sure, either, that
you ought to be so attentive," said she, gravely. "You should not kiss
my hand, for I have no wish to return the compliment, and what is right
for the one must be right for the other. Huzza! my horse, forward!"

"I am curious to know how these Poles will receive us," said Anton,
resuming their former conversation.

"They can not be otherwise than friendly," returned Lenore. "We lived
for weeks with Frau von Tarowska, and took every excursion together. She
was the most elegant of all the ladies at the Baths, and her daughters,
too, made a great impression by their distinguished bearing. They are
very lovely and refined."

"He has eyes, though, exactly like those of the forester's fox. I would
not trust him a yard out of my sight."

"I have made myself very smart to-day," laughed Lenore, again turning
round; "for the girls are, as I said, lovely, and the Poles shall not
say that we Germans look ill beside them. How do you like my dress,
Wohlfart?" She turned back the flap of her pelisse.

"I shall admire no other half so much," Anton replied.

"You true-hearted Mr. Wohlfart!" cried Lenore, again reaching out her
hand. Alas! the warning hare, the crows, would have been powerless to
break the spell which attracted the fur glove to the Danish leather;
something stronger must interfere.

When Anton stretched out his hand for the third time, he marveled to see
it rise against his will, and describe a circle in the air, while he
found himself outstretched in the snow. Looking round in amazement, he
saw Lenore sitting by the overturned sledge, while the horse stood
still, and laughed after his fashion. The lady had looked too much at
her companion and too little at the way, and so they had been upset.
Both jumped up lightly. Anton raised the sledge, and they were soon
galloping onward once more. But the sledge-idyl was ended. Lenore looked
steadily before her, and Anton occupied himself in shaking the snow out
of his sleeves.

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