“We will hear them in the winter,” said the old goblin. "You shall tell your tales, for no one over there can do it so well; and we will sit in the stone rooms, where the pine logs are burning, and drink mead out of the golden drinking-horn of the old Norwegian kings. How merry we shall be! It is indeed very pleasant to live in old Norway. But where are the lads?” Where indeed were they? Why, running about the fields and goofing around, and blowing out the poor will-o’-the-wisps. |





