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He led him by the hand into the room, then he let go and stepped to one side. The mother ran to her Toni and tried to seize his hand. He drew back and pressed into the corner staring into vacancy. The women and the doctor exchanged sad looks. His mother went up to him and caressed him. "Toneli, Toneli," she said again and again in a tender voice, "don't you know me?
It was already dark, when Elsbeth finally came to herself and could think of her child. The little one was still sitting beside her on the ground, with both hands pressed to his eyes, and sobbing pitifully. His mother lifted him up. "Come, Toneli, we must go home; it is late," she said, taking him by the hand. But he resisted. "No, no, we must wait for Father!" he said and pulled his mother back.
"Lay your hands together Toneli," she said, "it is the Angelus." The child obeyed. "What must I pray, Mother?" he asked. "Give us and all tired people a blessed Sunday! Amen!" said the mother devoutly. Toneli repeated the prayer. Suddenly he screamed: "Father is coming!" Down from the farm some one was running as fast as he could come.
Then he turned and ran back again, glad to have the message off his mind. Elsbeth threw herself down on a stone by the way, unable to stand or to walk. She held her apron before her face and burst into weeping and sobbing, so that Toneli was distressed and frightened. He pressed close to his mother and began to cry too.
Don't you know your mother any more?" As always before Toni pressed against the wall, made no motion and stared before him. In tender tones the mother continued mournfully: "Oh, Toneli, say just a single word! Only look at me once! Toneli, don't you hear me?" Toneli remained unmoved. Still once again the mother looked at him full of tenderness, but only met his staring eyes.
Again she could not keep back the tears. "Oh, Toneli, Father will come no more," she said, stifling her sobs; "he is already enjoying the blessed Sunday, we prayed for, for the weary. See, the dear Lord has taken him to Heaven; it is so beautiful there, he will prefer to stay there." "Then we will go too," replied Toneli, starting
His neighbor in school, a little girl called Toneli, owned one and could play whole songs on it he had always thought it splendid. If a harmonica was really destined for him, he had better let go his uncle's arm. Uncle Philip dove into his deep pockets with both hands, and soon the wonderful, coveted object really came to light. And how much bigger and finer it was than Toneli's little instrument.
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