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Updated: June 16, 2025
"What have you done with it, Moni? Give it to me. Did you find it?" "No, Jorgli from Kublis found it." Then Paula wanted to know who he was and where he lived, and to send some one to Kublis at once to get the cross. "I will go as fast as I can, and if he still has it I will bring it to you," said Moni. "If he still has it?" said Paula. "Why shouldn't he still have it?
At last he stammered: "But how how can Maggerli be mine?" "How?" replied Paula, smiling. "See, last evening I bought her from the landlord and this morning I give her to you. Now can't you sing once more?" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Moni and ran like mad to the shed, led the little goat out, and took it in his arms.
And with resounding singing and yodeling Moni came down again at evening and after he had led the black goat to her shed, he took the little kid in his arms, for it was now coming home with him.
He said good-night to Moni and whistled for his two companions, which meanwhile had joined Moni's grazing goats, but not without much pushing and other doubtful behavior between the two parties, for the goats from Fideris had never heard that they ought to be polite to visitors and the goats from Kublis did not know that they ought not to seek out the best plants or push the others away from them, when they were visiting.
And how do you know all about it, Moni? When did he find it, and how did you hear about it?" Moni looked on the ground. He didn't dare say how it had all come about, and how he had helped to conceal the discovery until he could no longer bear it. But Paula was very kind to Moni.
Then Moni gained confidence and began to relate the whole story, and told her every word of his struggle about Maggerli and how he had lost all happiness and dared no longer look up to the dear Lord, and how to-day he couldn't bear it any longer.
All were glad to hear him sing again, for all had depended on the merry alarm, some in order to get up, others to sleep a while longer. When Moni, from the first summit, saw Paula still standing below in front of the house, he stepped as far out as possible and sang down at the top of his voice: "And so blue is the sky there My joy can't be told."
But Moni couldn't explain to her yet; he ran to the shed, and there right next to Brownie, so that it wouldn't be afraid, he made Maggerli a fine, soft bed of fresh straw, and laid it down, saying: "There, Maggerli, now sleep well in your new home! You must always have this; every day I will make you a new bed!"
When the goat-boy came along with his flock in the morning, Paula was already standing in front of the house, and she called out: "Moni, can't you sing even now?" He shook his head. "No, I can't. I am always wondering how much longer Maggerli will go with me. I never can sing any more as long as I live, and here is the cross."
"The cure must be finished, or it will do no good," explained the aunt. It was also dark and gray on the following day, and the rain poured down without ceasing. Moni spent the day exactly like the one before.
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