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The newcomer told them many things on the way. They could hardly part from him. When Bacha came to supper they endeavored to out-do one another in telling him about it. He listened intently, and said he would be glad when the strange boy, who it seemed was very decent, would visit them. They all hoped that he would come the next Sunday.
It would not be such a great shame on the family, that they had to sell the family castle, if, after all, the property remained in his son's hands. It is a beautiful estate, and it is wisely managed. It will bring a much larger income later on, than it does today. Even if you had to borrow some money to purchase it, it would be worthwhile to do so." "Oh, Bacha Filina!"
"You, Stephen?" Bacha released the stranger. "I do not understand that." "I believe you, my Peter. Well, how you have changed, how strong you have gotten, how giantlike, like the beautiful mountains all around! I would not have recognized you, if it were not for the voice no one has called me thus since and by your eagle eyes under those heavy eyebrows."
"You said, Bacha Filina, that that lost and found sheep was you," she began in her sweet, sad voice. "That woman who lost that coin is also I. More than that even, I am the prodigal daughter." "What do you mean by that, lady?" asked Filina seriously.
He asks you kindly if you will let me stay with your boys that I may not have to stay alone in the hut. Will you take me?" The beautiful eyes of the boy gazed longingly on the face of the man. "Why, surely. We will be only too glad if you stay with us," answered Bacha. "But why did your father go home?" "He went with some wood. He could not take it all at once.
He became a public charge and was sent from place to place, till finally he was placed in charge of "Bacha" Filina, who was his father's uncle, and had charge of the sheep pasturing on the mountain clearings of the estate of Lord Gemer. There was but a poor hut, but to mistreated Petrik it was like a paradise.
Neither did she know about another message yes, even two; one coming from Hamburg in which her father announced that he had arrived safely; the other announcing his coming on Saturday evening to the nearest railway station. The Bacha very sadly stood at the foot of the lady's bed with both messages in his hands, and Aunty Moravec cried bitterly. "What shall we do, Bacha Filina?
They brought flowers to Ondrejko that he might braid a chain of them. It was a very long one. Bacha himself afterwards draped it over the door. "Well, it is time for me to go," announced Palko. "Ondrejko, come with me part of the way. I saw some nice flowers not far away and you can pick them. These we will place on the table afterwards."
Both boys, one after the other, recited the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. "May I ask you, Bacha, to tell me why the rich man did not help Lazarus?" Petrik dared to ask. "Why? Because his heart was like a stone. The dogs were better than he. Remember that, children, and never do any harm to birds or animals; they are better than we. Now let us go."
He wagged his tail, licked their hands and faces, whining for joy as if he were promising it all, and when the boys slept, he slept with one eye open because he had to stand guard over his comrades. The following week Bacha Filina had much work to do, so he could not look much after the boys, though they did all they could; they obeyed him and tried to please him in every way.
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