If you too would--" "You can not expect me to wear burs," replied she; "but you shall have your wish." She led him back to a group of sunflowers in the shrubbery, and, gathering a few of them, she made a kind of helmet, which she laughingly put on.

"Now for your cap," commanded she.

Bernhard obeyed, and his thoughtful, deeply-marked features, black coat, and white cravat looked so strange and incongruous beneath the cap of burs, that Lenore could not help laughing.

"Come with me," said she; "you shall look at yourself in the lake." And she led him past the site of the factory--a rough place, with heaps of earth, tiles, beams, in utmost confusion.

It was a holiday; all the laborers had left, but some village children were playing about and collecting chips.