many songs;
tell me what the name of yours is, then I will say it to you right
away."

"I try to remember it all the time, but I cannot get the words together;
but I remember well the melody. Do you think you could guess the words,
if I sing the melody?"

"Of course I can, you just sing on," encouraged Kaetheli, with
confidence.

Erick sang a line, and then another, and still a bit, then he could not
go further. Kaetheli, surprised, shook her head. "I never have heard
that song, but perhaps we sing it, only a little differently. I am sure
I shall find it. Tell me what it is about, about people or animals?"

"At the beginning about flowers, green trees, you know, with those
beautiful branches and--"

"Stop, I know all," Kaetheli interrupted him; "now I am going to sing it
to you." And with a firm voice and full tones Kaetheli began seriously:

"'Three roses in the garden,
Three birds are in the wood,
In summer it is lovely
In winter it is good.'

"Is that it?" she now asked, full of confidence that it must be it. But
Erick shook his head decidedly, and said:

"No, no, that is not my song, there is no similarity between it and what
you sing."

Kaetheli was much surprised. "But the flowers and the trees are in the
song," she said, "or perhaps, Erick, you have forgotten the song and do
not know how it goes?"

"Indeed, indeed I know," the latter assured her. "You see, first there
is a great feast, where they all come and throw down many flowers and
wreaths because a great lord is coming and--"

"Perhaps a count," Kaetheli interposed.

"Perhaps so."

"Oh! now I know it! If you only had spoke of the count right away; now
listen!" And again Kaetheli began with full tones:

"'I stood on a high mountain
And looked into a vale,
A little ship came swimming
Three counts did hoist the sail.'

"Well, Erick?"

But Erick shook his head even more and said sadly: "Not at all, not a
bit like it! Perhaps the song is lost and no one knows anything about
it."

"I know something else to help you," said helpful Kaetheli, whose tender
heart was filled with compassion. "To be sure, it is a little late, but
I can still do it."

Then she ran away, and Erick looked after her with great surprise, and
wondered where she was going to look for the song.

Running all the way, Kaetheli had reached the bottom of the hill in a
quarter of an hour. On the garden wall stood Ritz. "Get Sally,