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"Where can she be?" exclaimed the priest, and ran out to look for her, sending the servants to some of her favorite seats in the garden, thinking she might have gone there to read, and have forgotten the time. Mrs. Adamecz grumbled in the kitchen, for the dinner was spoiling.
Why, thought I, that will be just the thing for Matykó; if three sparks from that holy wood are of no use, then Matykó will be entered in the ranks of God's soldiers." At the thought of little Matykó as one of God's soldiers her tears began to flow. It was lucky if none of them fell into the frying-pan. "Mrs. Adamecz!" exclaimed Gyuri, alarmed, his voice trembling.
Both the priest and Veronica were so surprised at this announcement, that they did not notice they were in front of the Presbytery, and Gyuri would have driven on if Vistula, the old watch-dog, had not rushed out barking with joy; and old Widow Adamecz called out, with the tears rolling down her face: "Holy Mary! you have heard the prayers of your servant!" "Stop! here we are. Open the gate, Mrs.
But how am I to pay your wages?" Widow Adamecz put her hands on her hips, and planted herself in front of Father János. "Never mind about that, your honor. Leave it to God and to me. He will pay me. I shall enter your service this evening, and shall bring all my saucepans and things with me."
So they were obliged to tell her the truth, and her poor little heart nearly broke when she thought of what her brother had gone through, and what danger he had been in. While this was going on, Mrs. Adamecz was bustling about in the kitchen, and giving every one plenty of work to do. Both the maids were called in to help, and the farm-servant too. "Come and whip this cream, Hanka.
Well, you see, this is how it was. My little grandson, Matykó, got ill last year just at cabbage-cutting time no, I believe it was earlier in the year ..." "I don't care when it was, only go on." Widow Adamecz quietly poured some more of the batter into the frying-pan. "Let me see, what was I saying? Ah, yes, I was speaking of Matykó. Well, it was the result of the staring."
Veronica knew all, and her eyes were swimming in tears. "Oh, dear, how dreadful! Mrs. Adamecz burned the handle!" "God bless her for it!" said Gyuri brightly, seeing the girl's depression, "for now at least I can prove to you that I love you for yourself alone." Veronica had taken off the small red shawl and was swinging it in her hand.
His reverence asked them all in turn, had they seen no one with the child? No, they had seen the child, but as far as they knew no one had been near it. Old Widow Adamecz, who had run home from the fields with a shawl over her head, had seen something red and round, which seemed to fall from the clouds right over the child's head.
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