She was once at a merry-making, where every one was desirous of dancing with the handsome, strange damsel; but in the midst of the mirth a young man, who had just begun a dance with her, happened to cast his eye on her tail.

Immediately guessing whom he had gotten for a partner, he was not a little terrified; but, collecting himself, and unwilling to betray her, he merely said to her when the dance was over: "Fair maid, you will lose your garter." She instantly vanished, but afterwards rewarded the silent and considerate youth with beautiful presents and a good breed of cattle.

FAYE'S _Traditions_ .-- NOTE BY TRANSLATOR.] "Ah! that is so.

You have never told me how you got rid of Jon Hatlen." "I laughed." "How ?" "Laughed.

Do not you know what it is to laugh ?" "Yes; I can laugh." "Let me see!" "Whoever beard of such a thing! Surely, I must have something to laugh at." "I do not need that when I am happy." "Are you happy now, Marit ?" "Pray, am I laughing now ?" "Yes; you are, indeed." He took both her hands in his and clapped them together over and over again, gazing into her face.