No guest must leave my father's house without partaking of the best each season brings.

Pray, pray eat them." Anton looked at her with tearful eyes.
"I am going to share with you," said she, taking two strawberries.

Upon that, the youth obediently followed her example.
"And now I will take you across the garden," said she, leading him to a little lake where old swans and young were swimming about.
"They are coming hither," cried Anton, in delight.
"They know that I have something for them," said his companion, loosening the while the chain of a small boat.

"Now, sir, jump in, and I will row you across, for yonder lies your way." "I can not think of troubling you." "No opposition!" said she, imperatively, and they set off.
Anton was entranced.

Behind, the rich green trees; beneath, the clear water rippling round the prow; opposite him, the slender figure of his companion, and the swans, her snowy subjects, following in her train--it was a dream such as is only granted to youth.
The boat grounded; Anton leaped out, and involuntarily offered his hand, which the little lady touched with the tips of her fingers as she wished him good-by.