When he got into the depths of the forest, he stopped, made his daughter get out, laid her basket under the tall pine, and said:— “Sit here, and await the bridegroom. And mind you receive him as pleasantly as you can.” Then he turned his horse round and drove off homewards. The girl sat and shivered. The cold had pierced her through. She would fain have cried aloud, but she had not strength enough; only her teeth chattered. Suddenly she heard a sound. Not far off, Frost was cracking away on a fir. From fir to fir was he leaping, and snapping his fingers.
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