"I am hot, keep farther away.

I am no longer ill, and could go indoors by myself if I wished; but grandmother will be here directly." Nebsecht rose, and sat down on a hen-coop that was some paces from Uarda, and asked stammering, "Shall I go farther off ?" "Do as you please," she answered.

"You are not kind," he said sadly.
"You sit looking at me," said Uarda, "I cannot bear it; and I am uneasy--for grandfather was quite different this morning from his usual self, and talked strangely about dying, and about the great price that was asked of him for curing me.

Then he begged me never to forget him, and was so excited and so strange.

He is so long away; I wish he were here, with me." And with these words Uarda began to cry silently.