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And the young lad went away to war; When comest thou home again? Ah, that I cannot, love, tell thee, What year, or what day, or what hour!" And then the "Good Night" song was sung; and Amrei, in the distance, joined in: "A fair 'good night' to thee, love, farewell! When all are sleeping Then watch I'm keeping, So wearily. A fair "good night" to thee, love, farewell!
Barefoot at once took him up to her room and made him put on his father's coat and vest then and there. He objected, but when Amrei had set her heart on a thing, it had to be done.
Dominic, in Endringen, they say, has three daughters as straight as organ-pipes; choose one of them we should like to have a daughter from that house." "Yes," the mother observed, "Ameile is sure to have nice daughters." "And it would be well," continued the father, "if you went to Siebenhofen and took a look at Amrei, the Butter Count's daughter.
Black Marianne went to live there, and Amrei, who at first trembled as she went back and forth in the house, carrying water or making a fire, always thinking that now her father and mother must come, afterward began gradually to feel quite at home in it. She sat spinning day and night, until she had earned enough money to buy back her parents' cuckoo-clock from Coaly Mathew.
Up in the air the larks, too, are singing, every one for himself no one listens to the others or joins in with the others and yet everything is " Never in her life had Amrei fallen asleep in broad daylight, or if ever, not in the morning.
But how strangely things are associated in this life! As a result of this very thing Amrei experienced joy as well as grief for it opened up her parents' home to her again.
The old women who are sitting in the corner where Amrei is standing, complain of the dust and heat; but still, they don't go home. Then suddenly Amrei starts; her eyes are fixed upon a handsome young man who is walking proudly to and fro among the crowd. It is the rider who had met her that morning, and whom she had snubbed in such a pert way.
"We must go to school," said Amrei, and she turned quickly with her brother through the garden-path back into the village. As they passed Farmer Rodel's barn, Damie said: "They've threshed a great deal at our guardian's today." And he pointed to the bands of threshed sheaves that hung over the half-door of the barn, as evidence of accomplished work. Amrei nodded silently.
There her mother used to spin, and there she had put Amrei's little hands together and taught her to knit. "Come, children, let us go now," said the uncle. "It is not good to be here. Come with me to the baker and I will buy you each a white roll or do you like biscuits better?" "No, let us stay here a little longer," said Amrei; and she kept on stroking the place where her mother had sat.
"And I have a remembrance from both of you," said Amrei, and she brought out the necklace and the piece of money wrapped in paper. "You gave me that the last time you were in our village." "See there you lied to me, you told me that you had lost it," cried the Farmer to his wife, reproachfully.
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