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Updated: May 12, 2025
It was your father's Aunt, your great-aunt, Petrik. She came once to us and asked me aside if the new mother liked me, and was sorry for me that I was a poor orphan. Said she, 'Who has a step-mother has also a stepfather. Your father doesn't love you as much as he does Stephen. She didn't stay long with us. Just as she came, so she went, but she took with her my love for Stephen.
His usually rough voice seemed to sound different. "We were lonesome without you," haltingly admitted Ondrejko, and presently they sat on the moss carpet at the feet of Bacha. "And why, Bacha, were you sitting here so sadly?" Petrik looked surprisedly at Ondrejko, that he dared to ask. Would not Bacha be angry? "Did you think that I was sad?"
Thus he waited patiently. "Since Petrik told you what kind of a boy I was, I do not have to retell it again," began the man presently. His whole appearance did not fit into that beautiful Sunday morning. "Thus we both grew up, and I can say with a good conscience that Stephen and I loved each other very much. I could never forget that he did not tell our parents how I forsook him in his plight.
The boy rested his curly head in the palms of his small hands. "Uncle, will you not tell me what is worrying you so much? It could not be the sin that you wanted to drown your Stephen, as Petrik told me?" "Stephen didn't drown. I, when something is pressing me, confess it and feel easier at once."
When he played tag or blind man's buff with the boys he was the most joyful of them. On Petrik especially he had a good influence. Petrik was often self-willed and disobedient, so that Bacha had to punish him. "Why should you make Uncle Filina cross? Just tell it to the Lord Jesus when the Devil is tempting you, and He will deliver you, He will help you," advised Palko.
Ondrejko had in his room a real bed, and a spare one prepared for the doctor when he came to see him; but, because he was rather lonesome, he preferred to sleep with Petrik on the hay, and because Fido couldn't follow them to the loft up the ladder, he at least guarded the ladder so nothing would happen to the boys. Bacha Filina was a large man like a giant.
He had succeeded in attracting the beautiful cat to him. She sat beside him on the bench, and with her front paws, like a squirrel, took the dipped bun from him. Now she was even sitting on his knees and was purring. "We cannot leave these dishes thus, when they were dirtied by us. She has no help here," said Palko. So he ran with a tin bucket for water, and Petrik ran to bring wood.
After all, they had found the seemingly lost bag, and really, it would have been a pity if the good Bohemian buns had been lost! Just as their breakfast was finished, the sound of a silver bell was heard from the room. Aunty ran in quickly, like a young girl. "Perhaps it is time for us to go," advised Petrik. Ondrejko looked at Palko to see what he would say.
"I will rebuild our hut. It shall lay waste no longer. I will prepare it for Petrik. You shall raise him and give him the ground and the fields. So if he lives, we can take care of him together." Sometimes the days pass as quickly as a thought, and the weeks like a dream. In the following weeks which just flew by, Bacha Filina took Palko to his home. He became acquainted with his family.
He ran with the pitcher for water, and placing one of the bouquets in it, set it on the covered table. Just as he had finished, his comrades came running, hot and perspiring. Ondrejko carried the crock with a narrow neck, completely covered with braided straw, and the covered can of milk. Petrik carried quite a heavy bundle on his back.
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