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Peter looked again at the present in his hand to make sure he
was not dreaming, and then said, “Thank God!”
And he went off running and leaping with more even than his
usual agility, and this time managed to keep his feet, for it was
not fear, but joy such as he had never known before in his life,
that now sent him flying up the mountain. All trouble and
trembling had disappeared, and he was to have a penny every week
for life.
As later, after dinner, the party were sitting together
chatting, Clara drew her father a little aside, and said with an
eagerness that had been unknown to the little tired invalid,—
“O papa, if you only knew all that grandfather has done for me
from day to day! I cannot reckon his kindnesses, but I shall
never forget them as long as I live! And I keep on thinking what
I could do for him, or what present I could make him that would
give him half as much pleasure as he has given me.”
“That is just what I wish most myself, Clara,” replied her
father, whose face grew happier each time he looked at his
little daughter. “I have been also thinking how we can best show
our gratitude to our good benefactor.”
Herr Sesemann now went over to where Uncle and grandmamma were
engaged in lively conversation. Uncle stood up as he approached,
and Herr Sesemann, taking him by the hand said,—
“Dear friend, let us exchange a few words with one another. You
will believe me when I tell you that I have known no real
happiness for years past. What worth to me were money and
property when they were unable to make my poor child well and
happy? With the help of God you have made her whole and strong,
and you have given new life not only to her but to me. Tell me
now, in what way can I show my gratitude to you? I can never
repay all you have done, but whatever is in my power to do is at
your service. Speak, friend, and tell me what I can do?”
Uncle had listened to him quietly, with a smile of pleasure on
his face as he looked at the happy father.
“Herr Sesemann,” he replied in his dignified way, “believe me
that I too have my share in the joy of your daughter’s recovery,
and my trouble is well repaid by it. I thank you heartily for
all you have said, but I have need of nothing; I have enough for
myself and the child as long as I live. One wish alone I have,
and if that could be satisfied I should have no further care in
life.”
“Speak, dear friend, and tell me what it is,” said Herr Sesemann
entreatingly.
“I am growing old,” Uncle went on, “and shall not be here much
longer. I have nothing to leave the child when I die, and she
has no relations, except one person who will always like to make
what profit out of her she can. If you could promise me that
Heidi shall never have to go and earn her living among strangers,
then you would richly reward me for all I have done for your
child.”
“There could never be any question of such a thing as that, my
dear friend,” said Herr Sesemann quickly. “I look upon the child
as our own. Ask my mother, my daughter; you may be sure that
they will never allow the child to be left in any one else’s
care! But if it will make you happier I give you here my hand
upon it. I promise you: Heidi shall never have to go and earn her
living among strangers; I will make provision against this both
during my life and after. But now I have something else to say.
Independent of her circumstances, the child is totally unfitted
to live a life away from home; we found out that when she was
with us. But she has made friends, and among them I know one who
is at this moment in Frankfurt; he is winding up his affairs
there, that he may be free to go where he likes and take his
rest. I am speaking of my friend, the doctor, who came over here
in the autumn and who, having well considered your advice,
intends to settle in this neighborhood, for he has never felt so
well and happy anywhere as in the company of you and Heidi. So
you see the child will henceforth have two protectors near her—
and may they both live long to share the task!”
“God grant it indeed may be so!” added grandmamma, shaking
Uncle’s hand warmly as she spoke, to show how sincerely she
echoed her son’s wish. Then putting her arm round Heidi, who was
standing near, she drew the child to her.
“And I have a question to ask you too, dear Heidi. Tell me if
there is anything you particularly wish for.”
“Yes, there is,” answered Heidi promptly, looking up delightedly
at grandmamma.
“Then tell me at once, dear, what it is.”
“I want to have the bed I slept in at Frankfurt with the high
pillows and the thick coverlid, and then grandmother will not
have to lie with her head down hill and hardly able to breathe,
and she will be warm enough under the coverlid not to have to
wear her shawl in bed to prevent her freezing to death.”
In her eagerness to obtain what she had set her heart upon Heidi
hardly gave herself time to get out all she had to say, and did
not pause for breath till she reached the end of her sentence.
“Dearest child,” answered grandmamma, moved by Heidi’s speech,
“what is this you tell me of grandmother! You are right to
remind me. In the midst of our own happiness we forget too often
that which we ought to remember before all things. When God has
shown us some special mercy we should think at once of those who
are denied so many things. I will telegraph to Frankfurt at once!
Fraulein Rottenmeier shall pack up the bed this very day, and it
will be here in two days’ time. God willing, grandmother shall
soon be sleeping comfortably upon it.”
Heidi skipped round grandmamma in her glee, and then stopping
all of a sudden, said quickly, “I must make haste down and tell
grandmother, and she will be in trouble too at my not having
been to see her for such a long time.” For she felt she could not
wait another moment before carrying the good news down to
grandmother, and, moreover, the recollection came to her of the
distress the old woman was in when she last saw her.
“No, no, Heidi, what can you be thinking of,” said her
grandfather reprovingly. “You can’t be running backwards and
forwards like that when you have visitors.”
But grandmamma interfered on Heidi’s behalf. “The child is not
so far wrong, Uncle,” she said, “and poor grandmother has too
long been deprived of Heidi for our sakes. Let us all go down to
her together. I believe my horse is waiting for me and I can ride
down from there, and as soon as I get to Dorfli the message
shall be sent off. What do you think of my plan, son?”
Herr Sesemann had not yet had time to speak of his travelling
plans, so he begged his mother to wait a few moments that he
might tell her what he proposed doing.
Herr Sesemann had been arranging that he and his mother should
make a little tour in Switzerland, first ascertaining if Clara
was in a fit state to go some part of the way with them. But now
he would have the full enjoyment of his daughter’s company, and
that being so he did not want to miss any of these beautiful
days of later summer, but to start at once on the journey that he
now looked forward to with such additional pleasure. And so he
proposed that they should spend the night in Dorfli and that
next day he should come and fetch Clara, then they would all
three go down to Ragatz and make that their starting point.
Clara was rather upset at first at the thought of saying good-bye like this to the mountain; she could not help being pleased,
however, at the prospect of the journey, and no time was allowed
her to give way to lamentation.
Grandmamma had already taken Heidi by the hand, preparatory to
leading the way, when she suddenly turned. “But what is to
become of Clara?” she asked, remembering all at once that the
child could not yet take so long a walk. She gave a nod of
satisfaction as she saw that Uncle had already taken Clara up in
his arms and was following her with sturdy strides. Herr Sesemann
brought up the rear, and so they all started down the mountain.
Heidi kept jumping for joy as she and grandmamma walked along
side by side, and grandmamma asked all about grandmother, how
she lived, and what she did, especially in the winter when it was
so cold. And Heidi gave her a minute account of everything, for
she knew all that went on at grandmother’s, and told her how
grandmother sat crouching in her corner and trembling with cold.
She was able to give her exact particulars of what grandmother
had and had not to eat. Grandmamma listened with interest and
sympathy until they came to Grandmother’s. Brigitta was just
hanging out Peter’s second shirt in the sun, so that he might
have it ready to put on when he had worn the other long enough.
As soon as she saw the company approaching she rushed indoors.
“The whole party of them are just going past, mother, evidently
all returning home again,” she informed the old woman. “Uncle is
with them, carrying the sick child.”
“Alas, is it really to be so then?” sighed the grandmother. “And
you saw Heidi with them? Then they are taking her away. If only
she could come and put her hand in mine again! If I could but
hear her voice once more!”
At this moment the door flew open and Heidi sprang across to the
corner and threw her arms round grandmother.
“Grandmother! grandmother! my bed is to be sent from Frankfurt
with all the three pillows and the thick coverlid; grandmamma
says it will be here in two days.” Heidi could not get out her
words quickly enough, for she was impatient to see grandmother’s
great joy at the news. The latter smiled, but said a little
sadly,—
“She must indeed be a good kind lady, and I ought to be glad to
think she is taking you with her, but I shall not outlive it
long.”
“What is this I hear? Who has been telling my good grandmother
such tales?” exclaimed a kindly voice, and grandmother felt her
hand taken and warmly pressed, for grandmamma had followed Heidi
in and heard all that was said. “No, no, there is no thought of
such a thing! Heidi is going to stay with you and make you
happy. We want to see her again, but we shall come to her. We
hope to pay a visit to the Alm every year, for we have good cause
to offer up especial thanks to God upon this spot where so great
a miracle has been wrought upon our child.”
And now grandmother’s face was lighted up with genuine
happiness, and she pressed Frau Sesemann’s hand over and over
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