"I see no more trees," said Sanna.
"Perhaps the road is so broad that we cannot see them on account of the
snow," answered the boy.
"Yes, Conrad," said the girl.
After a while the boy remained standing and said: "I don't see any trees
now myself, we must have got out of the woods, and also the road keeps
on rising. Let us stand still a while and look about, perhaps we may see
something." But they perceived nothing. They saw the sky only through a
dim space. Just as in a hailstorm gloomy fringes hang down over the
white or greenish swollen clouds, thus it was here, and the noiseless
falling continued. On the ground they saw only a round spot of white and
nothing else.
"Do you know, Sanna," said the boy, "we are on the dry grass I often led
you up to in summer, where we used to sit and look at the pasture-land
that leads up gradually and where the beautiful herbs grow. We shall now
at once go down there on the right."
"Yes, Conrad."
"The day is short, as grandmother said, and as you well know yourself,
and so we must hurry."
"Yes, Conrad," said the girl.
"Wait a little and I will fix you a little better," replied the boy.
He took off his hat, put it on Sanna's head and fastened it with both
ribbons under her chin. The kerchief she had worn protected her too
little, while on his head there was such a mass of dense curls that the
snow could fall on it for a long time before the wet and cold would
penetrate.
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