When Moni with his goats passed by the front of the house, Paula was standing there. She had been waiting for him, for she wondered very much whether he would ever sing any more or be merry. As he now crept by, she called: "Moni! Moni! Are you really the same goat-boy who used to sing from morning till night: "'And so blue is the sky there My joy can't be told'?"

Meanwhile Moni coming down from above, and another goat-boy coming up from below, met at the same spot and looked at each other in astonishment. But they were well acquainted, and after the first surprise greeted each other cordially. It was Jorgli from Kublis. Half the morning he had been looking in vain for Moni and now he met him up here, where he had not expected to find him.

"Are you the goat-boy of Fideris? Do the goats belong to the village below?" "Yes, to be sure!" was the reply. "Do you go up there with them every day?" "Yes, surely." "Is that so? and what is your name?" "Moni is my name " "Will you sing me the song once more, that you have just sung? We heard only one verse."

Then I followed the goat-boy who got the message from the goat, and the boy handed the message to a man, and this man took it to Appoyas, and finally my suspicions were confirmed when I heard Appoyas addressed by name in the cave last night," explained Burton. "It must have been pleasant listening to your own death-sentence!" remarked the Doctor.

It was no wonder that he whistled and sang and yodeled continually, for he had to give vent to his great happiness. The following morning Paula awoke earlier than ever before; a loud singing had awakened her out of sleep. "That is surely the goat-boy so soon," she said, springing out of bed and running to the window. Quite right.

Here the kid was laid in its bed, Moni said farewell, and Paula went back to her room to talk with her aunt longer about the goat-boy, whose merry morning song she had enjoyed again. Thus many days passed by, one as sunny and clear as the other, for it was an unusually beautiful summer, and the sky remained blue and cloudless from morning till evening.

Then he sounded a frightful yodel and immediately with his flock stood right before the ladies, for with his bare feet he leaped as nimbly and lightly as his little goats. "I wish you good evening!" he said as he looked gayly at the two ladies, and would have continued on his way. But the goat-boy with the merry eyes pleased the ladies. "Wait a minute," said Paula.

Paula had given orders to be wakened early the next morning, for she wanted to be on the spot when the goat-boy came. She was anxious to deal with him herself. That evening she had held a long conversation with the landlord, and had then come out of his room quite happy; so she must have planned something delightful with him.

By the Bath House below the landlord was standing in the back doorway and called to Moni: "Come in with them. They are wet enough! Why, you are crawling down the mountain like a snail! I wonder what is the matter with you!" The landlord had never been so unfriendly before. On the contrary he had always made the most friendly remarks to the merry goat-boy.

He brought a blessing to her cottage and she had never suffered want. Good old Elizabeth was very popular with every one in the whole village, and when, two years before, another goat-boy had to be appointed, Moni was chosen with one accord, since every one was glad for the hard-working Elizabeth that now Moni would be able to earn something.