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At Montreux, one of the towns which encircle the northeast part of the lake of Geneva, lived Babette's godmother, the noble English lady, with her daughters and a young relative. They had only lately arrived, yet the miller had paid them a visit, and informed them of Babette's engagement to Rudy.
His grandfather lived still higher in the mountains, and it was he who carved the pretty wooden houses. His grandfather had said, that he should have it some day, but that he must first grow big and strong enough to use it. Small as the boy was, he was obliged to take care of the goats, and if he who can climb with them is a good guardian, well then indeed was Rudy.
Rudy swung Babette round two or three times; and then, hand-in-hand, they sat down on a little bench under the drooping acacia-tree, and looked into each other's eyes, while everything around them glowed in the rays of the setting sun.
After some consultation, they decided to lower into the opening two ladders tied together and to fasten them to the three already beneath them. With great difficulty they dragged them up and attached them with cords; the ladders shot over the projecting cliffs and hung over the chasm; Rudy sat already on the lowest round. It was an ice-cold morning, and the mist mounted from the black ravine.
"Let us take the eaglet from the basket, it is terrible to see how he glares! How did you get him?" Rudy was obliged to recount his adventure, whilst the miller stared at him with eyes, which grew larger and larger. "With your courage and with your luck you could take care of three wives!" said the miller. "Thanks! Thanks!" cried Rudy.
How long and wearisome the time appeared; it was like being in a treadmill. And then they went out for a walk, which was very slow and tedious. Two steps forward and one backwards had Rudy to take to keep pace with the others. They walked down to Chillon, and went over the old castle on the rocky island.
Rudolph Winterbottom holds any Government situation. His private fortune is fully sufficient for all demands of even good society. Ah! now I have it! His son Rudy his third or fourth son holds some appointment. That will be your man." "Very likely. An invalid is he not? Something wrong with his lungs?" "So I should imagine, now that you mention it.
We're going to fire that policy back on him, Abe, because I got it here a policy for ten thousand dollars which Rudy Feinholz just brought it me, Abe, and we are insured in a good American company, Abe, the Farmers and Ranchers' Insurance Company, of Arizona." Abe shrugged his shoulders. "Why should we insure it a stock of cloaks and suits by farmers and ranchers, Mawruss?" he asked.
"And now Rudy is gone, and Babette sits and weeps, while the miller sings German songs that he learnt on his journey; but I do not trouble myself on the matter, it would be of no use." "Yet, for all that, it is a very strange affair," said the kitchen-cat. From the mountain-path came a joyous sound of some person whistling, and it betokened good humor and undaunted courage.
"'Very well; I will give her to you when you bring me the young eaglet alive, said the miller; and he laughed till the tears stood in his eyes. 'But now I thank you for this visit, Rudy; and if you come to-morrow, you will find nobody at home. Good-bye, Rudy. "Babette also wished him farewell; but her voice sounded as mournful as the mew of a little kitten that has lost its mother.
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