“Good people; why cannot we meet with such every day?’

“Little Raesel accompanied me to the foot of the mountain, as she had promised.  For a long time her musical hum lightened the fatigue of my journey; I seemed to recognise her in every bee which came buzzing about my ears, and I fancied I could hear her say in a small shrill tone of voice—­

“’Courage, M. Hennetius, courage; it is very hot, is it not?  Come, let me give you a kiss; don’t be afraid; you know we are very good friends.’

“It was only at the end of the valley that she took leave of me, when the sound of the lake drowned her gentle voice; but her idea followed me all through my journey, nor do I think it will ever leave me.”