We can make ourselves fires of sparkling, crackling pine logs; we can slip along over ice and snow upon our snowshoes and skates, as I have heard them described, albeit I myself shall have to learn the trick of them--for we had none such methods in my country, where the cold could never get a grip of us.

Fear not for us, Susanna; we shall fare well, and we shall do the work of men, I trow.

I am weary already of the life of the city; I would go forth once more to my forest home." There was a sparkle almost like that of tears in the girl's eyes, and a little unconscious note as of reproach in her voice.
"That is always the way with men; they would ever be doing and daring.

Would that I too were a man! there is naught in the world for a maid to do." "Say not so," cried Fritz, taking the little hand and holding it tenderly between his own.

"Life would be but a sorry thing for us men were it not for the gentle maidens left at home to think of us and pray for us and welcome us back again.