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"In spite of Jean de Matters, who was bound that he should be killed, that was what they did, and the moment he was free you may be sure Peter ran like the wind for home. "Now you see," said the old herdsman, and he shook his finger at Seppi and Leneli, "I this was a dreadful position for Peter.
I'll just turn in and get a wink of sleep myself while I can," and he popped into the clock ones more and shut the door. At five o'clock the next morning Father and Mother Adolf were already up, and the cuckoo woke Fritz, but though he shouted five times with all his might and main, neither Seppi nor Leneli stirred in their sleep.
"But maybe it won't be anywhere near the village where the herdsman's home is, if we do get down," objected Leneli; "we ought to find the path." "We'll be more likely to find it by following the stream," said Seppi, giving a loud blast on his horn, "and if we don't find that village, we'll find another place just as good. I'll bet there are some kind people everywhere."
Then, though he followed them faithfully, he did not run about in circles and bark down every hollow log as he usually did. Instead, he walked along solemnly beside Leneli with his nose in her hand. "See, Seppi," she said, "he knows he must help with the goats, but he wants to go with Fritz." "There are lots of people in the world that know less than Bello," Seppi answered wisely.
The clouds fell still lower and spread over the whole valley, until the children from their high seat looked out over a sea of mist. There were sounds of distant thunder from the rolling clouds and vivid flashes of lightning far below them. "It's a little lonesome up here with all the world shut away out of sight, and nobody around but God; isn't it?" said Leneli timidly.
She waved to them in return, and the baby also fluttered her tiny pink hand until they were quite out of sight. "We'll never forget her, shall we?" said Leneli. "Never," answered Seppi, fervently. "She's almost as good as Mother! And doesn't she make good pancakes, though?"
Nanni sniffed and backed. Leneli and Seppi watched from below, breathless with anxiety. If she should back too much she might fall over the cliff and be killed. If she should dash forward she might knock Fritz over it instead. But Fritz was a wise goat-boy! He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a handful of salt, which he kept for just such times as this.
She wanted to stay up and play with Bello, and hear the robin sing, but Leneli sat down beside the crib, and while Mother Adolf milked the goats she sang over and over again an old song. "Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree And down falls a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep!" "Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep,
"Pooh! no," Seppi answered loftily. "There's lots more to it than this, though this is the best part of it, of course. Why, there are oceans bigger than Lake Lucerne and a mile deep, and there's Paris and London besides." "Dear, dear," said Leneli.
If you don't, you might strike a hollow place and fall through the crust." "I'll be careful," said Leneli. "All right, then! here we go!" said Seppi. "I can just smell those pancakes!" and with that he set out across the river of ice. The children understood very well the dangers of the glaciers. It was not simply a frozen stream on which one might skate.
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