"It is so damp here.

You should have come and lived in my hut with me, Annemie, and sat out under the vine all day, and looked after the chickens for me when I was in the town.

They are such mischievous little souls; as soon as my back is turned one or other is sure to push through the roof, and get out among the flower-beds.

Will you never change your mind, and live with me, Annemie?
I am sure you would be happy, and the starling says your name quite plain, and he is such a funny bird to talk to; you never would tire of him.

Will you never come?
It is so bright there, and green and sweet smelling; and to think you never even have seen it!--and the swans and all,--it is a shame." "No, dear," said old Annemie, eating her last bunch of currants.
"You have said so so often, and you are good and mean it, that I know.