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The birds sang more sweetly than ever from the trees, the grass was scented, and the pretty red and yellow flowers glistened in the sun. Wiseli could not stop to enjoy them, it was too late for that, but she felt the beauty as she ran along, and rejoiced at every step.
"To-day you have prepared a feast for me, and I thank you with all my heart; but I invite you to come here again on Sunday, and I will give you a feast, the feast to celebrate my daughter's adoption." And so they parted, all rejoicing over the fact of Wiseli being so happily at home with Andrew, and the children promising to come to the Sunday celebration.
I listened; but yesterday and to-day, as I was not certain where you were, I went through the teacher's kitchen, and asked his wife if she had any errand for me to do, she often gives me a message to carry somewhere, and then I went out that way. Yesterday I was behind the kitchen-door when you ran into the schoolroom." Now Otto knew all the ghost story. He offered his hand again to Wiseli.
"Oh, you did not hear them!" said his wife sharply; "how they kept calling out something about Wiseli?" "Well, they may call out, if they want to," said their father. "You will soon have the little one in hand. I think she is not a troublesome child, I noticed that in the beginning, and is much more obedient than those boys of yours." This was too much for his wife.
He leaned forward. "Can that be done? Can I obtain the right to say that Wiseli is really my own child, all my own, so that nobody will be able to take her from me again?" "You can do all that, Andrew. And, once Wiseli is recognized as your child, no one will have the least right to her. You will be her father.
It was on such a misty evening that Otto, on leaving the schoolhouse, ran home for a moment to tell his mother that he was going to see what kept Wiseli from school; for she had not been there since the autumn vacation, certainly not for eight days. As he approached the beech grove, he saw Rudi sitting before the door, eating pear after pear from a heap that lay before him.
Neither Wiseli nor Andrew had eaten such a pleasant meal for a long, long time. After eating, Wiseli rose; but Andrew looked at her sadly, and said, "Where are you going now, Wiseli? Won't you stay with me here a little longer, or is it too dull for you?" "No, indeed, not dull; but after dinner the things must be washed and put away in their places in good order," said the child.
She looked sadly after them through the open window as they sprang away gayly through the flower-besprinkled grass, and chased a cloud of white butterflies along in front of them as they ran through the brilliant sunshine. Her cousin's wife had prepared the big wash, this was the work laid out for the whole week. Must Wiseli work there too?
It is our duty to help a neighbor, if we can." "I thank you for your kindness," said Mrs. Ritter, rising. "And Andrew will himself show his gratitude. May I take Wiseli with me at once?" Although his wife grumbled out that there could not be any such hurry, her husband said it was better the child should go at once.
"What business have you to chase Wiseli away like that, and then to kick snow at her, I should like to know? I have been looking at you, you coward! teasing a little girl who cannot defend herself." With these words he turned his back contemptuously towards Cheppi, and called out to Wiseli, who was standing shivering all this time in the deep snow, "Come out of the snow, Wiseli.
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