ver,
so quiet; an actual little angel! Ah! it was hard to lose her. Jacobi
grieved as I have never seen a man grieve; but his happy temperament and
his piety came to his help. She has now been dead above a year. Ah!
never shall I forget my little girl!"

Louise's tears flowed abundantly; the sisters could not help weeping
with her. But Louise soon collected herself again, and said, whilst she
wiped her eyes, "Now we have also anxiety with little David's ankles;
but there is no perfect happiness in this world, and we have no right to
expect it. Pardon me that I have troubled you; and now let us speak of
something else, whilst I get my things a little in order. Tell me
something about our acquaintance--Aunt Evelina is well?"

"Yes, and sits as grandmother of five nephews at Axelholm, beloved and
honoured by all. It is a very sweet family that she sees about her, and
she has the happiest old age."

"That is pleasant to hear. But she really deserved to be loved and
honoured. Is her Karin also married?"

"Ah, no! Karin is dead! and this has been her greatest sorrow; they were
so happy together."

"Ah, thou heaven! Is she dead? Ah, yes, now I remember you wrote to me
that she was dead----Look at this dress, sisters--a present from my dear
husband; is it not handsome? and then quite modern. Yes, yes, dear
Gabriele, you need not make such an ambiguous face; it is very handsome,
and quite in the fashion, that I can assure you. But, _a propos_, how is
the Court-preacher? Exists still in a new form, does it? Now that is
good! I'll put it on this afternoon on purpose to horrify Jacobi, and
tell him that for the future I intend to wear it in honour of his
nomination to the office of court-preacher."

All laughed.

"But tell me," continued Louise, "how will our 'great astonishment' go
on? how have you arranged it?"

"In this manner," returned one of the sisters. "We shall all meet for a
great coffee-drinking in the garden, and during this we shall lead the
conversation in a natural sort of way to the piece of ground on the
other side the fence, and then peep through the cracks in it, and then
express that usual wish that this fence might come down. And then, at
this signal, your eight boys, Louise, are to fall on the fence and----"

"How can you think," said Louise--"to be sure my boys are nimble and
strong, but it would require the power of Berserkers to----"

"Don't be alarmed," answered the sisters, laughing, "the fenc