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Updated: May 29, 2025
Ritter, how I love that child. I cannot bear it, if they take her away. And the cousin Gotti has sent his boy twice to say that she is wanted at his house; and, since then, Wiseli has been so quiet, and cries in secret. It breaks my heart; for I see that she does not want to go there, though she says nothing, and to-morrow is the last day. I do not exaggerate, Mrs.
And Wiseli was sure that her mother had not ceased to pray God to let her child's way be through that garden, which was Andrew's garden, and the happiest place in the world for Wiseli. "Do not you believe it too, father, now that you know that in my dream my mother showed me my road to your garden?" Andrew could not answer. Big tears rolled down his face, but he smiled all the time that he wept.
Poor Wiseli could never avail herself of these charming invitations, because on Sunday she had always to make the coffee for the family; and her cousin's wife said that she could not think of letting the child go away to visit on the only day when she was really of some use to her.
Come here; give me your hand." The child obeyed. "You did not come to me against your will?" "No, no," replied the child; "surely not." But Andrew was not satisfied. "I mean, Wiseli," he continued, "perhaps you would have liked better not to come; but perhaps you wanted to do a kindness to the good colonel's wife, she is so kind."
And Wiseli related her dream about the beautiful garden with the red carnations, and a rose-bush on the other side, where the sun shone; and told him how her mother had taken her by the hand and showed her the garden, and said that her way led through that.
Yes: already she heard a calling from the kitchen, and her cousin Gotti called her by name, he stood at the well, and saw her looking out of the window. "Make haste, make haste, Wiseli; it is time to be off: the boys are half-way to school. All the hay is in: make haste and go too." She did not wait till he told this twice. Like a flash she snatched her satchel and was off.
"You must arrange things here a little, you know what I mean," he said, "so that things will be ready for the removal. Then carry the keys away with you, so that nothing will be taken." He then turned to Wiseli and said, "Where are your clothes, little one? Get them together and tie them up in a bundle, and we will go away." "Where shall we go?" asked the child.
Pussy screamed, and cried a little; partly out of pity for Wiseli, and partly from disappointment that she could not now carry out her little plan of being able to sit up later in the evenings. But this excitement was at last quieted down, like every other, by time; and the days rolled on in their wonted manner.
"I think it would be better to let the child alone for a while; we must not frighten her," said her cousin Gotti, soothingly. "She will feel better soon." So Wiseli was unmolested, and the others were busily employed for a while.
The empty potato-skins were brushed off into the empty milk-jug, the slate-top wiped off; and when the woman was done with this, she said, turning to Wiseli, "You have seen what I did; now you can do it the next time." Now Cheppi took his seat firmly behind the table again. He had his slate-pencil and arithmetic book, and prepared himself to do his examples.
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