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"Yes, thy Michael," he murmured, clasping the dear head in both arms. "And Dodi?" "He is asleep; hush, we must not wake him." And still the lips murmured tenderly, "Come in." "He might wake and cry." "Oh, he is no longer a crying child. Just think, he is a year old." "What! a year already! He is quite a big fellow." "He can say your name already." "Does he really talk?"
When on the next morning Timar and Noémi, leading little Dodi by the hand, went into the field, no sign could be seen on the smooth surface. The autumn spiders had covered it with a silvery pall, and on the glistening veil the dewdrops sparkled in the sun like myriads of diamonds. But yet they found the spot in this silver-broidered green plain.
Noémi had watched all night by her child: she had looked on his death-struggle, and pressed her tears back into her heart; why had it not burst? When she went in to Michael she smiled again. "Were you with Dodi?" asked the sick man. "Yes, I have been with him." "Is he asleep now?" "Yes, he is asleep." "Not really?" "Truly, he sleeps well." Noémi has just closed his eyes for his last sleep.
Little Dodi sat by her and played at water-mills, holding a straw against the revolving wheel. "Mother," said the boy suddenly, "bend down a little; I want to whisper that Almira may not hear." "Say it aloud; she won't understand, Dodi." "Oh, yes, she understands what we say she knows everything. Tell me, will Almira die?" "Yes, my little one." "And who will take care of us when Almira is dead?"
It was beautifully formed, yet muscular, fit for Diana. Michael covered it with kisses from the shoulder down to the finger-tips, and then said, "Be it so." "Oh, we will work together," cried Noémi, whose lively fancy had seized on Michael's suggestion with lightning speed. "We will both go out into the wood; we will make a hammock for Dodi and sling it from the branches.
What delight when the house was ready and he conducted his dear ones into it, and could say, "See, all this is my handiwork! A king could not give his queen such a present." But it had taken years to complete it, and four winters had Timar spent in Komorn and four summers in the island, before Dodi the second had his house ready for him.
Tell mother you love her;" and then she came back to say that Dodi wanted for nothing. "The boy sleeps too much," said Michael; "why don't you wake him?" "I must wake him soon," said Noémi, gently. Michael dozed a little, only a few minutes, and woke with a start. He did not know he had been asleep. "Noémi," he cried, "Dodi was singing; I heard him: how sweetly he sings!"
"Not for the whole heaven full of angels." Little Dodi happened that day to be full of spirits. In a mischievous mood he caught hold with his little hand of the pipe Michael had in his mouth, and pulled till he got it out of his hold, when he at once threw it on the ground; as it was made of clay, of course it was broken into atoms.
Noémi remains at home with it, and Michael runs back from his work to see how little Dodi is. He takes the child from Noémi and carries him about, singing lullabies to him. If he succeeds in putting Dodi to sleep and soothing his pain, how triumphant he is! He sings "For all the gold the world could hold, I would not give my Dodi's curl."
"Here in the middle," she said to Timar, taking his spade from his hand and marking out the oblong square. "You made a house for Dodi; make mine here. And build no mound over my grave, and plant no cross upon it; plant there neither tree nor shrub; cover it all with fresh turf, so that it may be like the rest.
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