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harness them
to their carriages, and drive about the desert with them. When I'm big, I
mean to go out there myself. It is thousands of times more beautiful in
that country than it is here at home; there's no winter at all there. And
you must come with me. Will you?"
"Yes," said Elisabeth; "but mother must come with us, and your mother
as well."
"No," said Reinhard, "they will be too old then, and cannot come with
us."
"But I mayn't go by myself."
"Oh, but you may right enough; you will then really be my wife, and
the others will have no say in the matter."
"But mother will cry!"
"We shall come back again of course," said Reinhard impetuously.
"Now just tell me straight out, will you go with me? If not, I will go all
alone, and then I shall never come back again."
The little girl came very near to crying. "Please don't look so angry,"
said she; "I will go to India with you."
Reinhard seized both her hands with frantic glee, and rushed out with
her into the meadow.
"To India, to India!" he sang, and swung her round and round, so that
her little red kerchief was whirled from off her neck. Then he suddenly
let her go and said solemnly:
"Nothing will come of it, I'm sure; you haven't the pluck."
"Elisabeth! Reinhard!" some one was now calling from the garden gate.
"Here we are!" the children answered, and raced home hand in hand.
* * * * *

IN THE WOODS

So the children lived together. She was often too quiet for him, and he
was often too head-strong for her, but for all that they stuck to one
another. They spent nearly all their leisure hours together: in winter in
their mothers' tiny rooms, during the summer in wood and field.
Once when Elisabeth was scolded by the teacher in Reinhard's hearing,
he angrily banged his slate upon the table in order to turn upon himself
the master's wrath. This failed to attract attention.
But Reinhard paid no further attention to the geography lessons, and
instead he composed a long poem, in which he compared himself to a
young eagle, the schoolmaster to a grey crow, and Elisabeth to a white
dove; the eagle vowed vengeance on the grey crow, as soon as his
wings had grown.
Tears stood in the young poet's eyes: he felt very proud of himself.
When he reached home he contrived to get hold of a little parchment-
bound volume with a lot of blank pages in it; and on the first pages he
elaborately wrote out his first poem.
Soon after this he went to another school. Here he made many new
friendships among boys of his own age, but this did not interrupt his
comings and goings with Elisabeth. Of the stories which he had
formerly told her over and over again he now began to write down the
ones which she had liked best, and in doing so the fancy often took him
to weave in something of his own thoughts; yet, for some reason he
could not understand, he could never manage it.
So he wrote them down exactly as he had heard them himself. Then he
handed them over to Elisabeth, who kept them carefully in a drawer of
her writing-desk, and now and again of an evening when he was
present it afforded him agreeable satisfaction to hear her reading aloud
to her mother these little tales out of the notebooks in which he had
written them.
Seven years had gone by. Reinhard was to leave the town in order to
proceed to his higher education. Elisabeth could not bring herself to
think that there would now be a time to be passed entirely without
Reinhard. She was delighted when he told her one day that he would
continue to write out stories for her as before; he would send them to
her in the letters to his mother, and then she would have to write back

to him and tell him how she liked them.
The day of departure was approaching, but ere it came a good deal
more poetry found its way into the parchment-bound volume. This was
the one secret he kept from Elisabeth, although she herself had inspired
the whole book and most of the songs, which gradually had filled up
almost half of the blank pages.
It was the month of June, and Reinhard was to start on the following
day. It was proposed to spend one more festive day together and
therefore a picnic was arranged for a rather large party of friends in an
adjacent forest.
It was an hour's drive along the road to the edge of the wood, and