Arne was not the only one who wished it were summer all the year around. Up at the saeter, the girls were having a merry time in spite of the work of caring for the cows and goats, milking and making cheese. There were berry-picking excursions through the woods and valleys to gather blueberries, raspberries, and the lovely bright _multer_ berries which grew thick and red on their low bushes. There were visits with girls in neighboring saeters and fishing trips up the mountain.