"What do they mean, the two little stars,
That shine in the sky so clearly?
That a boy and a girl, a youth and a maid,
They love each other dearly."

"'Tis a pretty song," thought Olof, and pressed the girl's hand
unconsciously, and she did not loose her hold. Then someone led Olof
into the ring.

"What do they mean, the four little stars,
That shine so bright in the sky?
That I give my hand to my own true love,
And bid the rest good-bye."

"I've never given a thought to the words before," thought Olof again,
and offered his hand to Gazelle.

"What do they mean, the bright little stars,
That shine and sparkle above?
That hope and longing are part of life,
And the rest of life is love."

"All very well," said someone, with a laugh, "but we must be getting
home. Some of us have a long way to go."

"Don't break up the party. We'll all go together. One more round
first--the last."

"Never shall I leave my love,
Never shall we part.