"HOPE'S CLAD IN APRIL GREEN."
"You're kicking up the dust!" cried Cousin Hans.
Ola did not hear.
"Hes quite as deaf as Aunt Maren," thought Hans. "You're kicking up the dust!" he shouted, louder.
"Oh, I beg your pardon!" said Cousin Ola, and lifted his feet high in air at every step. Not for all the world would he do anything to annoy his brother; he had too much on his conscience already.
Was he not at this very moment thinking of her whom he knew that his brother loved? And was it not sinful of him to be unable to conquer a passion which, besides being a wrong towards his own brother, was so utterly hopeless?
Cousin Ola took himself sternly to task; and while he kept to the other side of the way, so as not to make a dust, he tried with all his might to think of the most indifferent things. But however far away his thoughts might start, they always returned by the strangest short-cuts to the forbidden
