On a clear morning in June two figures might be seen climbing the mountain path; one, a tall strong-looking girl, the other a whom she was leading by the hand, and whose little cheeks were so aglow with heat that the colour could be seen even through the dark, sunburnt skin. And this was hardly to be wondered at, for in of the hot June sun the child was as if to keep off the bitterest frost. She did not look more than five years old, if as much, but what her figure was like, it would have been hard to say, for she had apparently two, if not dresses, one above the other, and over these a thick red woollen shawl wound round about her, so that the little body presented a shapeless appearance, as, with its small shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes, it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat. The two must have left the valley a good hour's walk behind them, when they came to the hamlet known as Dorfli, which is half-way up the mountain. Here the wayfarers met with greetings from all sides, some to them from windows, some from open doors, others from outside, for the elder girl was now in her old home. She did not, however, in her walk to respond to her friends' welcoming cries and , but passed on without stopping for a moment until she reached the last of the scattered houses of the hamlet. Here a called to her from the door: "Wait a moment, Dete; if you are going up , I will come with you."