The miller was surprised, for he had sung the song so long he had forgotten what the words meant. "Do you indeed love me, Nathalie?" he asked. "Indeed, indeed! You know I do!" she replied. "Then," said the miller, with a happy laugh, as he bent down and kissed the tear-stained face, "I shall change my song." And after that he sang: "I love sweet Nathalie, that I do. For Nathalie she loves me." The years passed by and the miller was very happy. Nathalie grew to be a sweet and lovely maiden, and she learned to cook the meals and tend the house, and that made it easier for the miller, for now he was growing old. One day the young Squire, who lived at the great house on the hill, came past the mill and saw Nathalie sitting in the doorway, her pretty form framed in the flowers that climbed around and over the door. And the Squire loved her after that first glance, for he saw that she was as good and innocent as she was beautiful. The miller, hearing the sound of voices, came out and saw them together, and at once he became very angry, for he knew that trouble was in store for him, and he must guard his treasure very carefully if he wished to keep her with him. The young Squire begged very hard to be allowed to pay court to the Maid of the Mill, but the miller ordered him away, and he was forced to go. Then the miller saw there were tears in Nathalie's eyes, and that made him still more anxious, for he feared the mischief was already done. Indeed, in spite of the miller's watchfulness, the Squire and Nathalie often met and walked together in the shady lanes or upon the green banks of the river. It was not long before they learned to love one another very dearly, and one day they went hand in hand to the miller and asked his consent that they should wed. "What will become of me?" asked the miller, with a sad heart. "You shall live in the great house with us," replied the Squire, "and never again need you labor for bread." But the old man shook his head. "A miller I have lived," quoth he, "and a miller will I die. But tell me, Nathalie, are you willing to leave me?"