Heputhisarmaroundheralmosttimidlyandkissedheronthecheek，agreatloveforherspringingupinhisheart。“Thatsettiesit，“hesaid。“Don’tcry，Jalyie。You’llneverbesorryforit。Don’tcry。Itkindo’hurtsmetoseeit。“
Hedidn’tunderstandherfeelings。Hewasonlyawarethatshewascrying，andtriedinabunglingwaytosootheher。Butnowthatshehadgivenway，shesatdowninthegrassandweptbitterly。
“Yulyie!“yelledtheoldNorwegian，likeadistantfog-horn。
Thegirlsprangup；thehabitofobediencewasstrong。
“No；yousetrightthere，andI’llgoround，“hesaid。“Otto!“