But she held back.
"I can't run as you do, Fani," she said, breathing heavily; "I would rather go down to the stone seat under the lindens by the river and sit a while." "Now you see, Elsli," said Fani, as he walked slowly by her side down towards the river, "now you see how soon you get tired.

It is a good thing for you that you have this garden to stay in.

And how lovely it is down here, too! do you notice?
there's quite a different smell here, and its delicious!" Fani was already seated on the bench, and he leaned back against the trunk of the old linden, whose head was crowned with flowers that diffused a sweet perfume through the air.

The fresh foaming waves of the river ran below, bathing the low hanging branches as they flowed along.
"Oh, how beautiful it is here! It will do you good to shout as loud as you can, Elsli.

I'm sure it would make you feel better." "Yes, indeed," said the girl assentingly, but no joyous look came into her pale face, such as shone from Fani's eyes.