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(Harvard College Library)
Copyright, 1899
By Brown and Company
"Clare," I said, "I wish that we had brought some betterclothes, ifit were only one frock. You look the oddest figure."
And she did. She was lying head to head with me on the thick moss thatclothed one part of the river-bank above Breistolen near the SognFiord. We were staying at Breistolen, but there was no mossthereabouts, nor in all the Sogn district, I often thought, so deepand soft, and so dazzling orange and white and crimson as thatparticular patch. It lay quite high upon the hills, and there weregreat gray boulders peeping through the moss here and there, very fitto break your legs if you were careless. Little more than a milehigher up was the watershed, where our river, putting away withreluctance a first thought of going down the farther slope towardsBysberg, parted from its twin brother who was thither bound withscores upon scores of puny green-backed fishlets; and instead, camedown our side gliding and swishing, and swirling faster and faster,and deeper and wider, every hundred yards to Breistolen, full ofred-speckled yellow trout all half-a-pound apiece, and very good toeat.
But they were not so sweet or toothsome to our girlish tastes as thetawny-orange cloud-berries which Clare and I were eating as we lay. Sobusy was she with the luscious pile we had gathered that I had to waitfor an answer. And then, "Speak for yourself," she said. "I'm sure youlook like a short-coated baby. He is somewhere up the river too."Munch, munch, munch!
"Who is, you impertinent, greedy little chit?"
"Oh, you know," she answered. "Don't y