“Isupposethatnooneshowedyouaphotographoftheplace？“sheaskeddoubtfully，“forasithappensIknowit。ItisonlyabouttwomilesfromLucernebytheshortwaythroughthewoods。Whatismore，thereisatreewithadeliciousfruit，eitherabigcherryorasmallplum，forIhaveeatensomeofitseveralyearsago。“
“No，“heanswered，“noone。MyfatheronlytoldmethatthenameofthelittlevillageisKleindorf。Hewroteitonthelabelformybag。“
Justthenthelinewentroundabend。“Look，“hesaid，“thereistheplaceItoldyouwewerecomingto，withthedarktrees，thethreepeaks，andthestream，andthewhitechurchwiththecockontopofthespire。“
Sheletdownthecarriagewindow，andstaredatthescene。
“Yes，“sheexclaimed，“itisjustasyoudescribed。Oh!atlastIhavefoundwhatIhavebeenseekingforyears。Godfrey，Ibelievethatyouhavethetruegift。“