 4. The story of Vinzi is one of the freshest and most attractive to be found. The story of Vinzi is one of the freshest and most attractive to be found in modern literature, yielding not at all to the author's better-known Heidi. It is sure to delight all children and as many of the elders as have retained their youthful sympathies. The revival of other stories by Madame Speery has shown that her simple charm never fails to win an increasing audience. But in Vinzi, her gift is positively at its best, and none of her books is the interest-centered and sustained more perfectly. There are few things more enjoyable or profitable for children than to learn how children live in other countries. It stimulates their imaginations and enlarges their emotional powers in the healthiest manner possible. For this purpose, the Swiss background of Madame Speery's books is particularly good, with its flood of sunlight over alpine peaks and flowery meadows, and as the background so the people. There is an unforced kindliness and heartiness in the characters that makes them lovable in a special way of their own. Their foibles and limitations merely increase the genuineness of their appeal. Two themes are stressed in Vinzi, trust and the power of music. Both of these are timely today. We hardly need Monsieur Couet to tell us that a brave confidence in the future is one of the most valuable qualities of character, especially for a child. Philosophers, both theoretical and practical, dilate on the importance of freeing ourselves from fear and discouragement as early in life as possible. This is just what the story of Vinzi tends to do by presenting the small hero as a natural example of the well-known principle. No less practical is the influence of good music upon children, the value of which is just beginning to be properly recognized in school and home. But no moralizing ever interferes with the course of the narrative which flows along with a delicate intuition as to suspense and climax. The boy Vinzi's love of music and his father's determination to make a farmer of him provide the central motive. It is noteworthy that the father, who with the less skillful author would be the villain of the tale, is never made to lose our respect. But the best feature of the book is the joyous life of the children which occupies by far the most space. Madame Speery's panacea for the ills of life is an old one, but it is doubtful whether anything better can be found than her combination, which is faith in God, active helpfulness toward all around, love of beauty, fresh mountain air, and good food. Surely so much happiness has seldom been packed within the covers of a children's book as may be found in Vinzi. CHAPTER 1 IN LUKE The June sun was streaming down upon the green slope above the village of Luke, and the fresh green grass which covered the heights as far as the eye could see filled the air with fragrance. At an isolated house along the path which led to the baths of Luke, two women were lost in lively talk. Indeed, it seemed as if they could never come to the end of everything they had to say to each other. Yes, Marianna said the more talkative of the two. If you could furnish a couple of rooms the way I did, you would soon realize a good profit. You could soon get borders among the people who have relatives at the baths. You know some of them do not want to go there, or are not allowed to, just like the three who are staying with me. You really are a little too far down, for people like to go a little higher up in the summer. If only you were living where those people over there do. They certainly have the best spot on the slope, and own all the very best meadows. But I do not think much of them, the woman concluded with an unfriendly glance toward the house which stood a little higher up and away from the road. They are nearly eaten up with pride, especially she, and you ought to see her. In what way do they show it, Marianna asked? In what way? You might just as well ask in what way they don't show it, Magdalene replied quickly. They show it in everything, in everything they do, and in the way they dress as if it were always Sunday with them. She has brought up the children to be just as particular as she is. The boy's black hair is always curled as if he were going to the church fair, and the little one always carries her nose high in the air, as if she meant to say, Watch out, here I come. How can the little one help it if her nose is grown that way, was Marianna's opinion. And the boy can't help his curly hair either. Doesn't the woman speak to you when you meet her? Oh yes, she does, and I would not exactly advise her to let her pride go as far as that, said Magdalene in a threatening manner, but you are mistaken if you imagine that she ever stops a minute to say a few words to a neighbor. If one starts to talk with her, she just gives a short answer, and hurries away as if she did not think want her equal. She can wait a while before I ever say anything to her again. Marianna looked at the house in question and exclaimed full of astonishment. How is that? As long as I can remember, the house over there looked old and gray, not a window was ever opened, and all the panes were dirty and dull from age. It looked like a robber's den. Now it is snow white and the windows shine in the sun. It can't be the same house. It certainly is. Now you can see how proud they are, replied Magdalene eagerly. Old farmer Lessa lived there with his old housekeeper more than fifty years. All that time he did not hammer in a single nail, for he was satisfied with the way it had been in his father's and his grandfather's time. Just as soon as his eyes were closed, his air came across the gemmy, and things were torn down, cleaned and renewed, until one might think a count was moving in. Of course, the woman was the cause of it all, for nothing that the parents had admired was good enough for her. But I should think that it was not unnecessary to clean and straighten up a bit if the last owner had not fixed up a nail in the house for fifty years and had let things go as his father and grandfather had left them, replied Marianna. The old house certainly was ugly, and how changed it is. Why did you say that his air came from across the gemmy? Are the Lesses not from our parts? Yes, they are, and there are several of that name hereabouts, replied Magdalene, but one of them is supposed to have married across the gemmy and to have stayed there with his wife near Byrne or Freiburg. But I only know this from hearsay, for it was either a hundred or two hundred years ago. When old Lessa died it was found that his nearest relatives were the same we were talking of, so it happened that Vincent's Lessa moved here with his wife and two children about two years ago. I heard that there, too, they have a fine house and a lot of cows, and that their pastors over there are very fine, as well as their breed of cattle. I think Vincent's brother now takes care of the other place. I do not know whether Vincent's is going back there again when he has put everything here in good shape, nor whether he means to sell this place, for he does not say much. Dear me, I must go, Mariana exclaimed, quite startled when she heard the sound of a bell from the village below. I have to go up to the baths, and I must not get back too late because my husband and the children don't like to be kept waiting for supper. Where did old Lessa's housekeeper go? She was his cousin and died a short time after him, Magdalene informed her. She had been with him fifty years and was well past seventy, so she could not very well have started on anything new. Look, there they come towards us across the meadow. Now you can see for yourself Lessa's wife and her dressed up children. Just wait till she comes. Mariana needed no further urging, for she was curious to see the people they had been discussing. They were coming close, and one could see that the children had a great deal to tell their mother. They talked to her steadily, so that one might have thought the woman could not possibly see or hear anything else. As soon, however, as she reached the house where the two women had withdrawn a little into the open doorway, she greeted them pleasantly. The boy immediately pulled off his cap, and the girl called out, good day with a ringing voice. When they had gone a few steps further, their lively conversation began anew. I must say they look nice, said Mariana, gazing after the group with visible satisfaction. I see no pride there, Magdalene, but neatness and cleanliness in the children as well as in the mother. Everything looks well on her, and I wonder how she does it. She just wore what we do, only it looks better on her. Didn't the boy's black curls tumble out from his cap in a nice way? And I like the way the little one with a snub nose has her brown hair braided about her head. She looks as bright and happy as a little bird. What else have you to say? retorted Magdalene, slightly annoyed. You are right. I should do better to go my way instead of idly talking, said Mariana, getting ready to leave. It does one good to see people who teach their children good manners and keep them as if they meant to make them into something decent. There are too many of the other kind, and one often wonders if it is possible to raise children to anything good. That woman has given me a mind to imitate her as far as I can, for I'd like my children to look as nice and speak as politely as hers. I must go now. Do not take amiss anything I said. Goodbye, Magdalene. Mariana set out now and hurried along towards the height. Mrs. Lessa, in the meantime, climbed up the mountain slope with her children. They kept on talking steadily, sometimes the boy alone or the girl, and sometimes both at once. Just think mother, the boy informed her. The child is hardly any bigger than a stafeli. When we passed Mrs. Troll's house yesterday evening, we first saw her standing before the door. Then she ran into the house, and suddenly we heard the most beautiful music through the open window. I asked the brother who had stayed outside with the book what it was, and he said, Alita is playing the piano. I imagine such a young child. I should have loved to listen a while, but I was afraid to, because stafeli said that it was late, and we had to go home. And so it was, stafeli affirmed. I should have loved to stay too, but we had to go home. Don't you remember? Father was already at table when we came. I found out that the boy's name is Hugo, and that the crooked lady lives with them because I heard Alita say to her brother, I simply have to go in now, otherwise Frowline will fetch me in, and everything will go crooked. No, no, stafeli. It was not meant that way, said the mother. I don't think the lady is crooked. The idea probably was that things would go crooked with Alita if she did not obey. Are not the children's parents with them? No, I don't think so, but I am not sure. What do you think, Vinzi? asked stafeli, turning toward her brother. He gave no answer. What makes you stare into the distance, Vinzi? And why don't you answer? Now asked the mother. Listen, mother, listen! Vinzi replied in a low voice. Can you hear those beautiful sounds? The mother stood still. The wind was wafting up the sounds of an evening bell from the valley, which as they reached the heights faded away, only to rise more loudly from far below. The wind must have come straight from that direction, for one could hear them very plainly. Now the tones had died away. The mother's glance rested on the boy with a mingled look of anxiety and surprise, while he was lost in listening. She remained quiet a while longer, for Vinzi had not yet moved. He still seemed to listen eagerly to something he heard from far away, despite the fact that no more sounds reached her ear. Vinzi, can you hear us again now? Stafeli asked, not in the least surprised at her brother's ways. Yes, he responded, as if awakening from a dream. Is the lady who lives with Alita and Hugo really crooked? asked Stafeli, for she was anxious to have that question cleared up. Yes, perhaps the brother replied with a slightly abstracted air. But Stafeli did not tolerate such uncertainty. If she is not crooked she is straight, but you must not say perhaps she exclaimed a little angry. We can easily go down right away to Mrs. Troll's house, can't we, mother, and then we'll find out what the lady is like. No, replied the mother. We shall certainly not go back to the house on account of that. It's, however, time to turn back. Otherwise father will get home sooner than we do, and that must not happen. We had better return the way we came. It is the shortest way. But, Stafeli, you must not think that we'll stop at Mrs. Troll's house till we see those people. They may be sitting in front of the house, said Stafeli, holding fast to her intention. As the mother turned back, the little girl ran ahead. She wanted to see the house as soon as possible in order to discover anybody who might be sitting there. The question they had been discussing was not, however, the only thing on her mind. Stafeli longed most of all to see the two strange children who had moved into the house and whom she had seen the evening before. Vinzi quietly wandered along at his mother's side. He was not talkative any longer, but his mother was well accustomed to these changes in her boy. Tell me, Vinzi, she asked, now, why did you keep on listening after the sound of the evening bells had died away? I could still hear them, Vinzi answered. I suddenly heard such a wonderful song which came down from the hills. The black fir trees seemed to join in with a deep bass, and through it all the bells were tinkling their sparkling melody. Oh, it was beautiful. If only I could repeat it. Wasn't it a song you have heard before? The mother asked sympathetically, seeking to understand. If you sang me part of it, I might find out which song you mean and tell you the words of it. No, no, Vinzi remonstrated. It is no song I ever heard. The melodies were all entirely new. I still hear them, but can't repeat them. Meditating deeply, the mother remained silent, for she could not understand what Vinzi meant. She herself had always found much pleasure in music and singing. She had taught her children to sing as soon as they were able to talk, and her boy had always enjoyed their daily evening song. Come, Vinzi, she said at last. Let us sing a song now, then we'll both feel happy again. Which one do you want to sing? I don't know, mother. If only I could sing the tune I hear, he answered. I suppose you have some music running in your head. Sing out, and you can't help enjoying it, said the mother, starting up a song Vinzi knew well. At first he hesitated, but soon the well-known melody carried him along. His clear, sure voice joining hers they finished the song before they reached Mrs. Troll's cottage. Stoffelli suddenly leaped forward from behind a tree, from which hidden spot she had watched the two children who were both sitting in front of the house with the book. It had not escaped Stoffelli that Alita did not look much at her book and was constantly turning her head from side to side to see what might be going on. Stoffelli was dreadfully anxious to run over to Alita and start a friendship with her, but suddenly the governess, who was not crooked at all, but on the contrary, very stiff and straight, came out of the house. This intimidated Stoffelli so much she hid further and further behind the tree in order not to be discovered. Stoffelli told her mother and brother of these things and was glad to have them by her side when passing the house because the governess was still sitting there. When closer all four children equally examined each other for they were very much interested. They are the same ones we saw yesterday, Alita said with half-raised voice. I think I'll go over and make their acquaintance. Indeed, you won't, Alita. We don't even know who they are, quickly replied the governess. Despite the fact that the words had been spoken under her breath, those who were passing had been able to hear them. She doesn't want Alita to talk with us. Did you hear it, mother, said Stoffelli when they had gone a little further? Yes, I did, the mother replied. It is lucky that you didn't run over to them. You must never do it, Stoffelli, do you hear? Yes, but then we'll never meet and Alita wanted to so much, Stoffelli said rebelliously. You see, Stoffelli, the governess probably has charge of the children's education and is responsible for what they do and with whom they play. They might hear and learn from others all kinds of things that they shouldn't do, the mother explained. Maybe Alita is a little like you, Stoffelli, and likes to stick her little nose into every opening and look through every hole in a hedge. That is probably why the governess has to watch her and choose her friends very carefully. This made Stoffelli more eager than ever to meet Alita and be her friend. I see father over there, said Minzi. We ought to hurry if we want to get home at the same time as he does. This was the mother's intention and walking fast they joined the father not far from the house. Soon afterwards the little family sat down to suffer in their comfortable room. The meal passed very quietly because the children knew that they had to be silent and the parents themselves said little. As soon as the children had finished, Minzi asked, can we go out? As the request was readily granted, they hurried over to the barn where many delightful corners could be found for playing hide and seek. It was a bright warm June evening. Vincennes Lessa had leisurely risen from the table and going out he lit his pipe and settled himself on the bench before the house. His wife soon afterwards came out and sat down too. Now he grew talkative and told her of a visit he had made to an acquaintance of his in the valley whose meadows, fields, and cattle he had examined. He had compared his own property with what he saw and when he had thoroughly looked everything over he would not help saying to himself, Vincennes Lessa, you are blessed with a fine property. Yes, we certainly ought to be grateful and I am sure we are, said his wife. Yes, it is true, he continued, but whenever I am very happy about it and begin to plan how to improve and develop the farm it always seems as if someone were throwing an obstacle before my feet and keeping me from going further. I mean Vinzi. For whom should I do all of it if not for him and what kind of a boy is he? He has no eyes in his head and shows not the slightest pleasure or interest in taking to pasture the most beautiful cows that can be found far and wide in the whole neighborhood. If I say to him, just look what wonderful fodder is in this meadow. He says, yes, and stares it to the distance so one can see that he has neither listened nor really looked at the meadow he is standing in. I am afraid there is something wrong with him. No, no, Vinzenz, you must not say that, his wife interrupted eagerly. If Vinzi does not always listen and has his thoughts elsewhere and does not show the real pleasure he should have in farming he has never done anything wrong. You must not say that. I don't say it, the man went on. But what is wrong is wrong and when a boy has no feeling for such meadows, fields and cows as we own and everything connected with a farm something must be wrong. But I am sure I don't know how to help it. He may yet change. Just think how young he is, said the wife comfortingly, though her secret anxiety about the boy had grown again that day during her stroll. She knew well enough that there was something about the boy difficult to understand and she also realized that his thoughts never were on the objects before him. Deeming it wise to change the subject she talked about seeing the strangers who had taken the upstairs rooms at Mrs. Troll's cottage for the summer. She told him that the children had looked so nice that she would not mind taking them into her own home. This might easily be managed in their big house where a few nice rooms could be fitted up for that purpose. Well, what on earth will you say next and can't we even have peace in our own house, said the man, half frightened, half angry? Why should we take other people's children into our house when we have children of our own? If they are as nice as those we saw and as well brought up, ours could only learn good things from them, answered the woman. We all like to see our children clean and well behaved rather than tumbling about like little pigs and using rough words. Oh well, all children have bad manners and when they get too bad one can let them know. I know quite well what you are aiming at but you might just as well give it up because there is no use, the farmer said. I shall not tolerate strangers in the house. I mean to live by myself and I absolutely forbid the children to have anything to do with those city folks. Don't let them go over there or our girl will soon become as spoiled as the boy. I am glad to say she is still different from him. She runs after the cows and strokes them like friends and the young cattle run after her, eat from her hand and rub their heads against her like comrades. If one says anything the child pays attention and minds her business and uses her own eyes besides. She knows exactly what is lacking in the barn or stable and knows how everything should be but the boy neither sees nor knows anything. It would be quite different if I could change those two around, make the girl into the boy and the boy into the girl but as long as things have to be as they are I have no inclination to have her changed too. The way you talk Vincennes one might think you consider it a sickness to be well brought up, the woman replied calmly but you need have no fears a governess is looking after those children who is going to see to it that hers don't come near ours. It is late, we had better go in now. At the same time she called to the children to sing their daily evening song. As soon as they arrived the mother began and both joined in with clear sure voices they knew the song well and each apparently had a good ear for music even as little children they had been able to repeat the mother's songs correctly. As the beautiful melody was resounding through the calm peaceful evening air Father Vincennes regained his usual composure which had been so disturbed that day by anxious thoughts and fears. It had no school during the summer months because at that time they were all needed for light tasks in the fields and meadows. School began again late in the autumn. On Monday morning the sun had only just flushed the tops of the mountains before rising above the wooded heights when early as it was Stafelli already neatly washed and dressed rushed into Vincennes little chamber. She found him still fast asleep. Wake up Vincennes she cried out. The man has just brought back the cows from the pond and as soon as we have had breakfast Father wants us to go up to the pasture to watch them. The man has to come back when we get there. We'll take lunch with us and stay all day long because it's too far to come all the way home. Won't we have fun eating out of doors? Please hurry. Vincennes had awakened meanwhile when he gazed at his sister with his large dark eyes he still seemed lost in reverie. Oh I had such a wonderful dream he said. Mother and I were in Lytton the place we went to last year. We went to church together and everything was exactly as we had seen it then. And organ was playing the most beautiful piece and it was more wonderful than I could tell you. Do you know what an organ sounds like? Oh Vincennes you must come now. Please hurry up and don't talk about an organ now as Tafeli urged. Mother has already taken in the coffee and Father is having breakfast. You know he won't have any fun if Father gets cross. Do hurry up. With these words Tafeli ran away. Vincennes had realized the truth of his sister's words. He quickly jumped out of bed and completed his necessary toilet. Soon he stood in the room ready to start off. He speedily swallowed his milk and coffee and stuck the bread into his pocket before the three others had half finished theirs. The Father looking at the boy, thought to himself, he can hurry if he wants to. Perhaps something can still be done with him. The mother had packed the children's lunch neatly into a bag which she hung around Vincennes' shoulder. Tafeli now came skipping along with a straw hat on her head and in her hand a rod which Vincennes had cut for her. This she used for gently urging the cows and whenever they needed it, but she never beat them. When the children went out, followed by the parents, Vincennes discovered that he had left his whip in the barn. All cowherds carried one in order just for fun to flick it sharply from time to time. A sound like thunder would re-echo from the mountains round about. As Vincennes did not care for this past time with the whip, he regularly forgot where he had put it. While he hunted about uncertainly, his father began to frown. But suddenly, in leaps and bounds, his sister, who had noticed where he had left it, appeared with the whip. At last the children started off. Keep the cows from going across the stream, Vincennes, the father called after them. Take care not to go too near the rushing stream yourselves, was the mother's last reminder. Yes, yes, the children called back Gaely as they hurried along towards the mountain pasture. As soon as they arrived, Stifelli began to shout violently. She had not forgotten that their man was to return to the farm as soon as they had arrived to take charge of the cows. He did not hear for quite a while because he happened to be on the other side of the roaring stream. Stifelli, however, did not give up till he had heard and understood her cries. He then hurried away. We have to see that the cows stay on our pasture and that Stifelli does not jump about too much. For if she doesn't eat, she'll get thin, said Stifelli. Come, Vincennes, let's sit down over there under the tree, for if we leave our bag in the sun the bread will get dry. Vincennes, who had already settled down, got up. He followed Stifelli, watching her while she carefully laid their provisions in the shadow of the broadest branches. Then they both sat down in the cool shade under the spreading tree where earlier the ground had been thoroughly dried by the sun. The fresh morning wind was sowing through the branches and blowing over the pasture far and wide till its roaring was finally lost in the distance. Suddenly, Stifelli bounded up and shot away like an arrow. With tail raised high the shiny black cow was going in big leaps towards the rushing stream. Schwartzalli, Schwartzalli, the child called repeatedly. Schwartzalli, please wait for me. But the high-spirited animal only jumped higher and had nearly reached the stream. She will drown if she jumps in, thought Stifelli terribly frightened. By that time they had come to the dangerous place of which the mother had warned her. Schwartzalli, the child called once more with so much authority in her excited voice, that far she cried her echo repeated Schwartzalli, Schwartzalli. Suddenly the fugitive stood still and turned around whilst Stifelli rushed breathlessly towards the young heifer who was quietly awaiting the arrival of her mistress. You are a bad Schwartzalli to scare me so, Stifelli exclaimed, firmly grasping the rope about Schwartzalli's neck on which a little bell was fastened. Just wait. If you go on like this to bring you any more salt to lick you know you love it as if it were good sugar. Schwartzalli was tenderly rubbing her head on Stifelli's shoulder now as if to say, I meant no harm but it is such fun to caper about the meadow. Yes, yes, Schwartzalli answered as if she had understood everything Schwartzalli had been trying to express. You want me to forgive you now but stop running towards the stream. You can run towards the other side all you want. Oh, I see. You think it more fun to run downhill than uphill. I know. Come along with me. As the two wandered peacefully back to the place which was meant to be the pasture of the day, Lindsay met them halfway. Quite surprised, he asked. But Stifelli, why did you run away? It was so nice under the tree. I was hearing the most beautiful music. I was just going to ask you if you heard it too when I found you were gone. Only then I saw you coming back with Schwartzalli. Despite being used to her brother's ways, Stifelli could not help being astonished that he had not been aware of what was going on. She told him about the chase and her great fear that Schwartzalli might gallop straight towards the stream, fall down the banks and drown. It was lucky that the little beast had suddenly become manageable. Stifelli was eager to know what Lindsay had heard in the meantime. Oh, it is such a shame you did not hear it, he said, for one can hardly describe such music. A chorus of deep strong voices was rising from the tree above me and floating far across the meadow. Then high, clear voices joined in and were lost in the distance till they resembled the sounds of waters far away. Oh, it was so beautiful. Come, we might still hear it if we go back. Go now, Schwartzalli, and behave yourself, said Stifelli, letting go of the rope by which she had held the heifer. Then she followed Lindsay. But she had scarcely settled down beside Lindsay when both jumped up again. They noticed simultaneously that the brown cow had strolled far as a fence which formed the boundary between their own and another pasture. In order to get through she was pushing hard against the boards. Soon the children had fetched her back and the cow was slowly wandering to the proper field. Stifelli discovered an especially inviting spot where fragrant mountain peaks were knotting in the grass. Come, Lindsay, we'll stay here. I am sure we couldn't possibly hear the tunes anymore. To this Lindsay gladly assented. A great peace enveloped the heights and the cows were quietly wandering about. Schwartzalli was usually either at the head or the rear of them, but she gave no more disorderly leaps only when changing ground she trotted about a bit. The children looked with happy faces at the lovely scene before them. After enjoying it silently for a while, she said, I should just love to be a cowherd all my life. Would you like it too, Lindsay? No, I should not like it was his answer. But why not, Stifelli questioned a little reproachfully? It couldn't anywhere be more beautiful than here. Yes, that's true, Lindsay admitted, but I should not like to take care of cows all my life. I should like another profession better than keeping them from running away. What would you rather do? Stifelli wanted to know. After meditating a little Lindsay answered, I don't know what the profession is in which I could do what I like best of all. What do you like to do best? I never saw you do it, I think Stifelli said quite surprised that she should not know. I like above all to listen to the bells and all the sounds of the trees, also those that drift down from the mountains on all sides. Can you hear how it seems to sing everywhere about us? Can you hear it? Lindsay's eyes grew more large and gleaming while he listened. Stifelli pricked up her ears. Those are only the gnats, she said in a slightly disdainful voice. But Lindsay continued, when I hear such beautiful sounds I always try to remember them so that I can sing them or imitate them. I wonder how I could do it. But that couldn't be a real profession Stifelli interrupted him. That's what I am afraid of too Lindsay admitted quite discouraged. But I can't help thinking about it all the time. I have cut so many pipes and have tried out what one can play on them. I already have made five. On one I can blow very deep other very high tones and the others can play middle tones. I was just puzzling out how to play two or three at the same time so that they could all sound at once like the church bells. You might become a piper Stifelli exclaimed quite happy over her inspiration. That might be quite a good profession. I don't know, Lindsay replied uncertainly. Father would surely not let me even if I could. He was in the barn one day and threw them all away. He told me to think of useful things instead of collecting pipes and thinking about such rubbish. Poor Lindsay was quite depressed at those memories and it smote Stifelli's heart. You mustn't get sad on account of that, Lindsay, she said comfortingly. I am sure Father just meant you not to have the pipes at home in the barn and stable. But why shouldn't you have them I can easily watch and call out when I need you. Then you can go on cutting your pipes and we can put them into a hole under a tree and take them out when we are up here. I could help you blow them. I'll blow the high one and you could blow the low one and we'll sound together like the bells. But these words failed to give Lindsay thorough consolation. He kept sadly staring at the ground before him and saying nothing more. Nothing else, now his sister said decidedly, for she did not like the effect the conversation had had on Lindsay. But before another subject was begun Stifelli started up violently and calling her brother flew away. Lindsay, glancing up, ran after her toward a party of strangers who had been going over a narrow wooden bridge which led across the stream when a little dog belonging to them suddenly darted into the midst and yelping loudly drove them in every direction. The scared animals rushed hither and thither in their fright and Schwarzelli with her tail raised high was galloping to and fro. This urged the dog to still more furious onslaughts. Stifelli rushed after the cows to quiet them while Lindsay going straight up to the dog applied his whip so vigorously that the animal turned about all this had proved to be such hot work that the children sought together the welcome shade under the big tree and flung themselves down there. They felt in need of regaining their breath and cooling off under the deliciously swaying branches. The cows also were peaceful again. I wish the dog had been on the side where the path leads up to the pasture, Lindsay said now sitting up. I saw the most brilliant red flower and it looked perfectly enormous even from where I was. I never saw a bigger one. I'd run down to get it if it were not so far away. It is getting very hot. Oh I can find it, Stifelli said with determination. If the flower is so wonderful I won't mind going so far. Lindsay was just going to declare himself willing to fetch the flower for Stifelli when the ladders sped away so fast that the boy could not possibly have caught up with her. Therefore he stayed seated and as the noonday bell was ringing in the village below he forgot everything else in listening to its sounds. Here is your flower, a voice suddenly said beside him as Stifelli laid a brilliant red cloth before her brother. Having been lost in deep thoughts he had not noticed how the time had passed and he could not wonder enough where Stifelli's speedy return. He meditatively looked at what he had imagined to be a flower. It had the same deep red flower had had but he could not help wondering where he had seen that cloth before. Oh I know now he exclaimed suddenly I saw it on the chair near Mrs. Troll's house where the little girl was it must belong to her. Stifelli also remembered having seen a red object there and besides that she had seen some children in the party near the bridge. They must have been the same children. Then he began to consider what to do with the cloth and as it was best to immediately return to the owner whatever was found he wanted to run right over to Mrs. Troll's house and take it along. But Stifelli would not hear of this because dinner time had come for everyone and there was plenty of food. As soon as Stifelli mentioned lunch Vinzy suddenly felt how immensely hungry he was and saw that his sister was right. He set to work in gathering thin dry sticks from under the tree built a little fire and lit it. As the wood was very dry the flames leaped up gaily. Stifelli had transformed the grassy ground into an appetizing dinner table set with two large slices and two snow white eggs which their mother had cooked at home and which only needed peeling. Stifelli brought the bag near the fire and only waited for the right moment when the wood had burnt low to put the clean round potatoes one after another into the coals. Soon they smoked and sizzled so invitingly that the children were glad when with the willow stick they could lift them out of the glowing ashes. As soon as potatoes had cooled off a bit the children hardly bit into them and ate them all including the firmly baked crust which was really the best part. They did not despise the rest of their lunch and Vinzy attacked his bread and butter vigorously whilst Stifelli hardly enjoyed her egg. All morning the cows had been pasturing busily so the time had come for them also to rest a bit. One after the other a fine sunny spot even Stifelli had settled down but her little black head moved from side to side in a lively manner which showed that one could not yet quite trust her to be quiet. The children had neatly cleaned up their place under the tree for eggshells and scraps of paper were not to be left on the fine green carpet of their living room. Looking out over the pasture they were happily enjoying the deep water and the green carpet was still in the shade and the children were very excited about them. I might take the shawl back now," said Vinzy after a while. Don't you think the cows will stay quiet till I come back? Yes, I think so, Stifelli replied. The big ones are sure to lie down for a while and if Schwarzelli begins to jump about and wants to run towards the stream I can lure him away. Vinzy took up the red shawl which Stifelli had neatly folded up and ran away. Despite his speed it was a good quarter of an hour before he stood in front of Mrs. Troll's house. The front door was open and everything in the house was still. Somebody was apparently hoeing in the garden. It was probably Mrs. Troll herself. Suddenly, however, quite different sounds drew the boy near at hand, he caught a delightful gay melody. Walking up close he laid his ear on the door to listen, but as Vinzy, in his desire to hear, had strongly pushed his head against it, it suddenly flew wide open. As soon as the little musician who was sitting on a high stool before the instrument saw Vinzy, she sprang up and went to him. Oh, did you find my shawl? Get back, she called out, spying the shawl in Vinzy's hand. It's lucky for me because Miss Landrat has already scolded me for losing it. As punishment for my carelessness, I was to go all the way back where Papa and the other gentlemen took us this morning. I was to look for it, but as it was so far she refused to go along. I'll give you some reward for finding it. What would you like to have? A little gazing full of surprise at the wonderchild who had played such gorgeous music and was now talking to him exactly as if she had known him a long, long time. Hesitating with his answer he finally asked a little shyly, can I really say what I want? Certainly his new acquaintance replied firmly, but you know she continued, only ask for something I can really give you, not perhaps a live horse. Oh, no, I don't mean anything like that. I only want to hear the music again. The music? Do you mean the piece I was playing when you came in? But I don't call that a present. What is your name? The girl suddenly changed her line of thought. Vinzy he informed her. Is it? My name is Alita Thornau. She continued, when I have to practice I find tiresome that I always play a little piece between wiles. Do you have to practice too? What is practicing? asked Vinzy. Oh, you are lucky if you don't know what that is, Alita exclaimed. You see, practicing is sitting still on a round stool and playing up and down on a piano with your hands. This is called playing scales and repeating the same tones about thirty times to and fro is called finger practice. Why do you have to practice? asked Vinzy, wondering deeply. Because one has to obey reply to Alita and I have to practice every day from two to three o'clock because Miss Landrat tells me to. I have no lessons here the way I have in Hamburg. Every time father comes down here I have to promise him to obey Miss Landrat. He is up at the baths with my mother because she is ill. How did you learn to play that little piece, Vinzy inquired following all her information with great interest? Oh, one can easily do that when one practices so much and knows the notes. All one has to do is to play the notes that are written there, was Alita's explanation. Oh, you are lucky to be allowed to practice so much, said Vinzy, gazing at the piano with such an expression of longing that Alita suddenly remembered the reward he had been promised. I'll play you the piece now, she said. Shut the door and come near to me so that you can hear it well. Vinzy obeyed and expectantly posted himself behind the piano stool. With an eagerness never before exhibited, Alita played her spring song through, never once stopping or hesitating until she came to the end. Never had such a thing happened before. To have such a keen listener had made her able to perform unusually well. Vinzy stared at her fingers as if her playing were a miracle. In a mirror which hung over the piano, Alita had seen how breathlessly he followed her. This pleased her, and when she had finished the piece she began it all over again. In the midst of it she suddenly seemed to be struck by a new idea. She paused abruptly and turning about on her chair she asked, Would you like to learn how to play the piano? Vinzy's eyes sparkled but only for a moment. In the next he looked at the floor saying sadly Oh I never could do it. Oh yes you could easily reply to Alita with conviction. I can teach you and you'll soon know all I know. You can practice with me and that will be heaps more fun than to sit and play here all alone. You can play a little piece like the one you like so much. It won't take you long. Do you want to? Vinzy's eyes had grown bigger and bigger with surprise and longing. The incomprehensible joy of playing music like that himself was suddenly before him. All he had to do was to say yes. Everything was to be so easy and perfectly natural. He could not believe that he might be granted such happiness. But his great inner emotion kept him from uttering a sound. Why don't you say yes? I am sure you must want to if you like it so much, Alita said with slight impatience. You can come here every day at two o'clock because Miss Landrat always takes a walk with Hugo at that time. I am supposed to practice till three and sometimes even longer if they happen to be away. Then we'll be quite alone and I can teach you everything. We can either play together or take turns. When Vinzy saw it so clearly before him it seemed at last possible. With a voice clearly showing his delight he said there is nothing I should love better in this world. So now it's all settled that you come to me tomorrow said Alita with satisfaction or do you want to begin today? However anxious Vinzy was to do so he realized that he had already stayed away from stuff early long enough. But he gladly gave his promise to come the next day if nothing prevented him from doing so. He could hardly yet believe his good fortune but Alita's sureness about the matter proved catching and he ran away in high glee. The thought of what Stefeli would say to the plan chiefly occupied his mind as he ran along. Maybe she would refuse to be left alone each day and perhaps she would think their father might be angry if he knew. Therefore he still felt slightly uncertain. When he reached the pasture he found everything in perfect order. The cows were lying on the self-same spots and Stefeli was wandering quietly about. He ran to Stefeli who sat under a tree singing a song. What a long time you have been away since Stefeli interrupting her song. What did she say? Vinzy sitting down beside his sister began to relate what had happened. She heard of the joyous prospect Alita had offered him, namely to go to her an hour every day to practice but he had not yet accepted because he did not know what Stefeli would say to being left alone for a whole hour every day. Stefeli pounded for a moment. You can easily do it Vinzy she said eagerly. I know that it will please you more than anything. Oh yes I know it too said Vinzy with gleaming eyes. Don't you think that there won't be much with the cows at that time? They are still quiet. There won't be any Stefeli reassured him all the time you were gone they lay still and looked around. Shratseli just walked about and it is like this every afternoon. Vinzy had known it well but was glad to have Stefeli's confirmation. Vinzy's new prospect had made the children talkative and they discussed the coming events and their possible consequences. They could talk without any interruption for the cows were feeding quietly again as they were supposed to do. All at once the sound of horns could be heard from different sides warning them that the time had come to drive the cattle home to be milked. Vinzy leaped up with surprise when he realized how quickly the evening had come. Stefeli took the bag on her arm and her stick in her hand as she was wandering about. Vinzy whistled and called his cows together and before long the children were on their way home with the little herd. The father was already waiting for them near the stable. On the days where the children had to go to the pasture with the cows their work was done for the day when they came home. As soon as their father returned from the stable they had supper and soon after when the mother had finished her tasks in the kitchen she sat down to sing with them. After this they went to bed and gladly too knowing that next morning another early start had to be made. End of chapter 2 Chapter 3 of Vinzy A Story of the Swiss Alps by Johanna Speery Translated by Elizabeth P. Stork This LibraVox recording is in the public domain Recording by Anita Sloma-Martinez Chapter 3 Unlooked for Events As soon as Vinzy was awake next morning he wished it were two o'clock right away for he simply dreaded the long morning he had to live through before his lesson but it went by much more quickly than he expected. A lot of running about had been necessary to keep the cows together as they were always very lively at that time. When lunch was over and the cows had settled down to rest Vinzy looked steadily towards the mountains. Suddenly rising from the ground he said, it must be two o'clock now. Yesterday the sun was just above that rocky peak when I got back and in an hour it will be above the peak. Yes Vinzy, the sooner you go the sooner you'll be back. I want to hear all about it said Stafeli. Vinzy lost no time. As he was climbing up the steps at Mrs. Trolls he found a leader waiting for him. You came at just the right time she called to him. They are both away and will be entirely alone. You must always come at this time. When Vinzy entered the room he glanced quickly at the clock. I know exactly how high the sun must be when I leave he said with satisfaction. It is just ten minutes after two. Let's start in now, a leader proposed. First I'll tell you what the notes are called and next which of the keys one has to play on. After that you can begin. She took up a little sheet of music and began to teach him. As Alita did not care to linger long over anything her instruction was rather hurried but Vinzy had so attentively followed every word and had comprehended her so quickly that his teacher proceeded as rapidly as she had wished. I'll show you the keys now. As soon as you play a bit you'll get to know the notes better, she said. Reading the notes to him had begun to seem extremely tiresome. As she taught him the keys Alita played them too in order to make the lesson more vivid. Vinzy could not help wondering profoundly. How has the music made, he asked suddenly? It is already made and printed in the book from which we can read and play it, answered Alita. But hasn't somebody made it up before others can play it, asked Vinzy modestly? Don't you think that one could write down tunes when hears inside one said if one only knew how? Then one could play it all on the piano. But that's not a bit necessary. I am quite sure that enough music has been written already, Alita said, glancing with a deep sigh at the large book in which were printed all the exercises she had to learn. Vinzy was also looking at it absolutely absorbed. The large black dots seemed to him nothing short of a miracle. Now I'll play you the little piece you liked so much, Alita continued. Soon you'll be able to play it too. It is awfully easy. Vinzy's eyes glowed as he listened. He drank it in with all his senses. Just as Alita had reached the end the black forest clock on the wall struck three. The lesson is over, but come again tomorrow, said Alita, jumping up from her chair. Shaking hands, Vinzy quickly hurried away. Three days passed in the same way. Vinzy proved such an apt pupil that his teacher could not help wondering at his progress. He had played the little piece through once for he knew it by heart. Reading the notes still gave him trouble. When he had played it only with his index finger Alita was much shocked. She forbade him ever to play that way again. No human being played like that, she said, for all five fingers of the hand were meant to be used in playing. But it had seemed a much easier way to Vinzy. In the end he saw how much better her way was as it was too difficult for the left hand to move quickly. Vinzy was grateful for being sent to the pasture every day. It would have been hard for him to work with his father in the barn or stable because his thoughts were so completely filled with his new studies that it always took him a moment to comprehend what people were saying to him. Once in a while when his father had needed him for little tasks he had shaken his head. Well, where is your head nowadays, boy? He had said as he sent him off. The day had come for the fourth lesson. In happy anticipation Vinzy had been running and was already halfway up the stairs when a sharp voice called to him from below. Hey there, what does this mean? Come straight down, you forward boy. I am only going up to Alita, said Vinzy, a little frightened. What? To Alita? You know no Alita here and she does not know you either, Mrs. Troll cried out indignantly. Come down this minute or I'll fetch you down myself in a way you won't like at all. Vinzy went down the stairs obediently but not without calling out with all his might. Alita, I am not allowed to come to you but I want you to know that I was here. What are you saying? said the woman furiously. I see. You meant to fool me and make me think that you know the little girl whose name you happened to hear once. Look, here is the door. But Alita who had hurt him now came running down. Why do you send Vinzy away? He came to see me, she said in a superior tone. Oh, I see. The matter was arranged beforehand, said Mrs. Troll, but she used quite a different tone of voice now. Does Mrs. Landratt know that he was expected? No, but I know, Alita answered obstinately. If we tell Mrs. Landratt the matter will be settled, Mrs. Troll said with the shade of sarcasm. But the best he can do now is to go where he belongs. Vinzy couldn't help agreeing to that. Giving Alita his hand he went sadly away with a conviction that everything was now over. Alita was filled with rage that the woman should be allowed to send her dear friend away like that. I'll tell Father everything, she cried out passionately and he won't have Vinzy treated that way again. Her anger giving her wings she flew up the stairs. As soon as Mrs. Troll saw Mrs. Landratt approaching with Hugo she went out quickly and gave a thorough report of what had happened. It is quite evident that the boy has been here before she concluded her tale excitedly. Everything was planned for he shot up the stairs as if he were perfectly at home here. The girl was apparently waiting for him upstairs. The governess was simply petrified. How could Alita presume to do such a thing? The idea of making friends with a cowherd whose father we know nothing about she cried out with indignation. I'll have to tell her parents. It might be the boy who found her shawl said Hugo who had kept quiet till then. We saw him on Sunday with his sister. He looked very nice and I don't see why Alita shouldn't be friends with him. Mrs. Landratt had no words left to show her disapproval. Turning about she went up the stairs. Hugo followed. Who came here while we were gone? Asked the governess throwing open the door. Vinzy, replied Alita. If that is the boy's name who was here I should like to know what brought him here. Continued the lady in great agitation. He came to take a music lesson was the answer. Do you think I am joking Alita? said Mrs. Landratt, still more furious. No, I don't think so, replied the girl. Will you please give me a sensible answer? exclaimed the governess. Why did it ever occur to you to ask the boy here? What did he want? He wanted his music lesson, replied Alita as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But why don't you tell me if you wanted to give him a music lesson, Hugo interposed. I was to give it, Alita replied seriously. Hugo exploded with laughter. Didn't he laugh at the idea of you're giving him a music lesson, he asked? No, he was very attentive, said Alita. This is enough, exclaimed the governess angrily. Do not ask anything more, Hugo. Alita is wrong if she thinks it funny to invent such rubbish. I shall write to your papa at once. But before everything else, I'll... With this she left the room. Hugo renewed his examination now. He heard to his great amusement that she had given Vinzi several lessons and that he had already learned much. Alita also wanted her brother to know that she fully bent to tell her papa how Vinzi had been treated by Mrs. Troll. In the meantime, Miss Landratt had sought out Mrs. Troll. She told her to send Vinzi away if he ever should venture near the house again and roundly to forbid him entering it. The same evening Vinzi's father passed Mrs. Troll's house as he cut across the field on his way home. As she happened to be in her garden at the time she called out to him. Hey there, neighbor Lessa, I have something to say to you. He approached. I wonder if she continued if it would not be better for your boy if he had something to do instead of running into other people's houses and getting into mischief. What do you mean, neighbor? Asked Lessa, pressing his lips together. You ask what I mean? Well, your boy has been here several times to amuse the little girl who boards here. They play music together and such stuff said Mrs. Troll. But the governess won't hear of it and the boy must stay where he belongs from now on. He'll stay there safe enough. Goodbye, said Lessa, going his way. At supper time he came home. Both children were seated at the table because the mother liked to have everything ready for her husband. She immediately brought in the supper and sat down too. But he said nothing. Once in a while the mother looked questioningly at him, but as he took no notice she realized that something must have happened. So she hurriedly wished to be alone. Therefore, as soon as the meal was done and she had finished the necessary tasks the children were sent to bed. When Lessa found himself alone with his wife he said to her, Sit down. I must talk to you. She did as she was bid. I have had enough of the boy now. He began in quite a temper. It is not enough that he does nothing, understands nothing and can't be good for anything on the farm. Now he even has to bring shame and dishonor upon us. This is the end now and I have made up my mind to send him away. The woman had grown pale with fright. But for heaven's sake what has Vinzy done? She asked anxiously. It is not a bit like him. What did he do, Vinzenz? Please tell me. Did he really do some wrong? Ask him yourself what he has done. It is enough for me to have to hear from a neighbor that it would be better for my boy to have something to do instead of running into other people's houses and fooling around. That a thing like that should be said to me? Matters have gone on long enough now and this is the end. I am simply going to send him away. In his agitation Vinzenz Lessa had risen from his chair but after walking once across the room he came back to his seat. I can't understand what has happened, said the woman when he was sitting beside her again after she had been able to think a little. It certainly is not Vinzy's way to go into people's houses without a cause. There must have been a reason. Let us first talk to the boy and ask him why he did it. For it is not fair to judge him otherwise. He is sure to tell us the truth. But think, Vinzenz, what it would be to send away a twelve-year-old boy. He is much too young for that. I won't stop you from talking to him, replied the husband. But one thing is clear. He simply has to go. I have thought of it for a long while and now the time has come. He must go to a place where there is no possible chance for him to hear such nonsense. He must go where there are few people but the kind who get full pleasure from their work. I mean people who stay by themselves and who do not sit together with strangers. But the first thing of all should be to know the people, the wife interrupted eagerly. I hope you do not mean to send Vinzy to the first person who happens to like his work on a farm. Easy, easy, I am coming to that. The man continued in a calm voice. You know that I went up to the simplin' last fall where a cousin of mine, Lorenz Lusza, lives. Well, he has a fine farm with a few splendid cows and though it isn't big everything is in excellent order. I liked it up there and I'll send the boy to him. Vinzy may still come out all right if he sees other boys who are happy and content in that kind of life. Is it really possible that you mean to send the boy so far away? cried out the woman with the whale. So high up into the mountains? It must be dreadfully lonely up there. I can't even imagine what things would be like. I don't know either your cousin or his wife. How could they be expected to receive the boy? You sent him to them like a good-for-nothing with whom one can do nothing more at home. It would seem as if our Vinzy had become a criminal who had to be sent into banishment. You need not get excited, woman, retorted the man. The change is not to be a punishment but a means of ringing him around. My cousin Lorenz is a good, sensible man who won't treat him badly. And cousin Yosepha is a splendid woman who is bringing up her three boys in such a way that it gives one pleasure to look at them. I saw them right in the midst of their cows and I never heard such singing and jokes and such cracking of whips. They seem to have an eternal holiday. Don't you believe yourself that our boy might change in such surroundings and realize how lucky he is to have been born to be a farmer? Nothing better could possibly happen to him than to go. The woman said nothing more but she was far from convinced that Vinzy would feel at home among boys so different. She could not help wondering what the cousins would think of Vinzy's rather odd ways. Many other thoughts disturbed her but she knew how useless they were. Of course Vinzy had to go and she knew no other place to send him to. She asked her husband how soon they could hear whether the relations would take the boy and when Vinzy would have to leave them. So her husband told her that he had clearly shown Lorenz how he liked the boys and had admitted how much he wished his boy were happy and bright too instead of being so dreamy. Lorenz had asked him then and there to send Vinzy to him for a summer whenever he wanted to. The gay company of the other boys he might wake up. Lorenz also promised to do his share as happy boys appealed to him much more than obstinate ones. So it had been settled between them that Vinzy was to go and that in return one of the three boys was to spend a summer with them. It would do him good to see a new place and different ways of working. Lessa believed that a man who lived in the valley was soon going to drive his cattle over the mountain and that would give them a good opportunity to send Vinzy. The mother went to bed with a heavy heart that night. Vinzy was to be sent to perfect strangers and to surroundings she did not know. Besides it was so far away that she could not even keep an eye on him. Why did it have to be? Another great sorrow was the thought that Vinzy must have done something to draw his father's discontent upon him. She hardly slept that night. As soon as it had grown bright the next morning and before anyone in the house had awakened she went into Vinzy's chamber. She wanted to have a quiet hour with the boy in order to hear what he had done. She also had to prepare him for what was to happen for she realized that it would probably be very soon. Vinzy opening his large dark eyes gazed with surprise at his mother. She was sitting on the edge of his bed holding his hand in hers. Tell me Vinzy, she began, while nobody can disturb us. Why you made father so angry yesterday? You had better tell me everything. Vinzy had to think a little. He remembered how furiously Mrs. Troll had sent him away the day before and he supposed his father had heard about it. He told her the whole incident of the music lessons and how raging Mrs. Troll had grown also how desirous Alita had been to continue the lessons. A great load fell from the mother's heart when she found that Vinzy had done no wrong. She understood, however, that their neighbor's words had specially irritated her husband because Vinzy had for a long while caused him secret anxiety and grief. She found it necessary to explain to her boy how wrong it had been to tell her nothing of the matter. She wondered if it had not occurred to him that nothing like that should have been begun without telling them at home. Vinzy here quite frankly admitted that he had been afraid of not getting his father's permission and as he had been so dreadfully eager to learn something about music he and Stafeli had talked it all over and had decided that it was a good time to leave the pasture. They had thought their father would not mind so long as nothing happened to the cows but the mother said that his secrecy had not been right and was bringing bad consequences though she hoped these might also lead to good. Here she spoke of his father's plan and their hope that Vinzy would learn to enjoy all the farm work his three cousins seemed to relish so much. She hoped he would hardly enter into everything with them and return bright and happy which would make his father overjoyed. However delicately the mother had mentioned their decision Vinzy had only heard the fact that he had to leave his home. The boy looked terror-stricken but did not utter a word. The mother was glad enough that he did not complain because his frightened face alone had brought the tears to her eyes. Everything took its usual course that day. The children went up to the pasture again and the cows, after they wandered about for a bit had quietly settled down. Stafeli was quite accustomed to Vinzy's long silent spells when he seemed to listen to all kinds of sounds she could not hear but that day he went too far. Say something to me Vinzy. You might just as well not be here at all as you suddenly said a little crossly. Oh yes, and I won't be here much longer. I can't help thinking of your being all alone when I can't come to the pasture anymore, Vinzy said dolefully. Then Stafeli heard that he was to be sent up to a high mountain to people he had never seen. She could not believe that anything so unheard of could suddenly come to pass. Where would you have to go, she asked totally overcome by this dreadful change. As his mother had not mentioned this, Vinzy did not know. Oh, I am glad she cried out decidedly relieved. It may not be for quite a while and if it is put off a long while it may never happen at all. Cheer up again, Vinzy. Stafeli had a way of finding the consoling side to everything and had often brightened Vinzy's despondent mood by her cheerful outlook. That day also the boy was affected by her words and the sunny afternoon ended much more happily than it had begun. When the children had gone to bed and the parents were sitting alone together Lessa told his wife that he had gone to the village that day and that when he had asked after his friend he had found that the latter had just that day driven his cows over the mountain. But there was no loss in that, on the contrary. He had at the same time heard of a young workman from Gondo who was going home to his village next Monday. As he would make the road from Brig on foot he expected to spend the night in Barasol on the way. This was much better as Vinzy would not be obliged to make the whole journey on foot. Lessa also knew an innkeeper in Barasol who would provide good board for the travellers. The woman who had listened silently till now here said, How can you give our boy in charge of a person nobody knows anything about except that he is going up the mountain? I immediately went to see him and talked it all over reply the father and I found him a good fellow. When I inquired about him I heard nothing but good of him. All Vinzy needs is to have a companion for he can look after himself perfectly well. No boy is a little child any more at twelve. Young enough to go away alone uttered the mother with a sigh. Does he really have to go on Monday? Tomorrow is Sunday. Nothing could be better the husband said decisively. If a thing has to be done it is best to have it settled right away. I can't see anything dreadful in it. He is not going to Australia and next winter he'll be home again. It is a blessing that we can give him into the protection of our father in heaven. I find this my only consolation now when the boy goes away and I don't even know the people he is going to said Mrs. Lessa. That is quite true the husband replied happy at the thought that his wife had found a consolation. I think everything is all right now he said after a pause pushing his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other but something still seemed to be on his mind. I think the boy ought to be told about going. He knows for I told him this morning only I didn't know when. The man found this information very welcome. Vinzi had known all day what was to happen to him and he had retained his composure as Lessa had anticipated a flood of tears he was very glad to be spared a scene. Next day the afternoon sun was shining down upon the bench before Lessa's house when he took his seat there as usual and called to Vinzi to come to him. You know that you are to go to our cousins on the mountain he began when the boy was sitting beside him. It is beautiful there and you'll soon like it. You are going there for your own good and I hope you'll remember to do honour to your parents. Your fellow traveller knows the house you are to go to you are expected there though they do not know the exact day of your coming. All you have to tell them is who you are just say that I sent you as I planned to do you leave early tomorrow morning with the man who knows the way and has exact instructions. The father was decidedly pleased when Vinzi said not a word. To give the boy courage he vividly described the gay life of his young cousins in the midst of their lively mountain cattle. The mother in the meantime packed the little bag Vinzi was to take on his back. Stefeli had heard from her mother what was to happen the next morning and as she noted that her questions proved unwelcome she said nothing. There was still less chance of having questions answered by her father who was now talking to Vinzi. Poor Stefeli felt quite lost and followed her mother about hoping that the time would come soon when she could talk again. The bag was packed and a very silent supper had been eaten. The mother seemed completely unable to utter a syllable. She was very anxious to control her grief in order not to make it harder for the boy but she must say a few words to him that night when he was in bed. All was dark when she went to his little room and sat down at his bedside. I am glad you came, mother, he said immediately. I am a little frightened. Do you think my uncle will be crossed when I forget to mind the cows? Stefeli always called to me when she needed me if I was not paying attention. I don't know as I never saw either your aunt or your uncle reply to the mother but I want to beg of you Vinzi to do your very best to please them. If they should complain of you or feel obliged to send you home your father could not bear it. Never do anything that would prevent you from looking cheerfully up to your good father in heaven for you can always look to him when you feel afraid or lonely. You can tell him everything for he is always above you and can see and hear you. Don't forget that, Vinzi, and may this thought be your greatest comfort. Vinzi promised never to forget her words. With this she left him. In the very early morning the father accompanied Vinzi down to the station where his fellow traveller was waiting. After the train had carried them across the valley to Brig, they were to take to the road which led to the mountain. Mr. Thornow, who was staying with his sick wife at the Baths of Luke, had just received two letters. One was from his daughter and one from the children's governess. Both letters expressed an urgent desire to see him as soon as possible as the writers wished to speak to him. He felt no particular joy at the complete harmony of their wishes because he knew that this usually resulted from a great difference of opinion. Laying the letters on his wife's bed he said, they've asked me to come to them again and it is sure to be some matter I have to settle with Miss Landrat. Don't be alarmed though for worrying might hurt you. Mr. Thornow could see that his wife was agitated as she murmured to herself. I wish we had not sent the children away. It is not good for them. They should be here with us. If you want them here, Alita, said he, you only need to say so and I'll fetch them. But you know that I install them there to give you the quiet you ought to have. I'll be more quiet if you bring them, replied she. Apparently they are not very happy. The governess may mean well, but she is too strict which shows that she does not understand children. She uses the greatest severity when it is not necessary. I see that Hugo grows more quiet and reserved and Alita more obstinate and headstrong despite her best intentions. Neither of them is easy to handle, as you know. Quite right, the husband agreed. Alita has my temperament and being a girl needs specially good guidance. Nature has curiously changed things for Hugo needs special care too. He has inherited your temperament and delicate health. Yes, he too needs special consideration, the mother added. Please promise me always to treat him affectionately. He will stand in such need of it especially when I am no more. But for heaven's sake, Alita, do not think of such a thing and let us never say another word about it, Mr. Thornock cried out. I'll start right off to settle this new lawsuit. I shall walk there because the road is charming. It will take two hours, but I'll probably take a carriage back. Mr. Thornock was quietly chuckling to himself as he strolled down the mountain. He clearly recollected the last case he had had to arbitrate. Alita, while practicing, had rather urgently banged the innocent keys to make them feel how little to her taste it was to have to spend her time with them. Miss Landrad had given her a well-earned scolding but had unfortunately grown violently angry. Suddenly Alita had pressed both hands on her mouth to keep herself from bursting out laughing. Why are you laughing, Miss Landrad had asked? She's still more angry. Alita shortly declared she could not tell why. On being asked three times more she repeated the same answer. Finally the governess absolutely commanded her to tell the truth and she was reminded of her duty to obey. Alita knew that she must do so and therefore she informed the questioner that her face had grown so pointed while she was scolding her that she had resembled a drawing in her natural history book. She had suddenly thought her governess's name might really be Miss Landrad. This impertinence was reported to her father but Alita vigorously objected that she had not meant to be impertinent in the least. As her father had ordered her to obey she could not do otherwise. The father had really founded a rather hard case to settle. Mr. Thornow reached Mrs. Troll's house. The door was violently thrown open and Alita, who had spied her father, came rushing out. At the first moment of their greeting a whole stream of information about the event in question came pouring from her lips but the father checked her. Miss Landrad will be heard first. Your turn comes next, he said. He kept his word and first got one version which was followed by a vivid second from his daughter. Alita fully described Mrs. Troll's horrid behaviour to Vinzy when she had sent him off. Hugo figured as witness and assured his father that Vinzy was a charming looking boy and not a common street boy by any means. He boldly stated that he would much rather associate with Vinzy than with Mrs. Troll. The father never doubted that his daughter's sudden enthusiasm for music had an extraordinary cause but this was not the most important point. He felt that the boy who had so honestly returned his daughter's property and had been invited by her to return to the house had been treated most insultingly. He felt anxious to offer some kind of reparation and decided to pay a little call on the boy and his parents and to apologise for what had happened. They might give the boy a small present as a reward for returning the shawl. Full of joy Alita offered to act as guide as Vinzy had told her where he lived and how to get there. They had no trouble finding Lessa's house as a slightly curving path which led across the big meadow took them there in the shortest time. Everything round about was quiet with the exception of peaceful cackling sounds from the farmyard. The house looked most tidy. The lawn was newly mowed, the road was swept and the bench in the shade of the walnut tree seemed to have been polished. I like the looks of this place, said Mr. Thorne outglancing about with satisfaction. Too bad, too bad, he added, the last words he had murmured to himself but Alita had heard and interpreted them. Don't you mean it is too bad we don't live here pop-up? she cried. But we could easily move here as our piano is only rented. Vinzy could practise with me every day. Then I'd really enjoy it. You know, Papa, it is dreadfully stupid to learn alone. That's why I gave him lessons. It made him practise, too. He is so clever that he'll soon learn. The father burst into a laugh. I see the reason for the music lessons now. Excellent! Did you say your pupil was anxious to learn? Oh, yes, and he was so clever, too, exclaimed Alita. Just think, Papa, when I explained anything to him he usually understood it better than I did and afterwards was able to explain it all to me. The father could not help smiling as he approached the door which was unfastened. Mr. Thorne out entering the hall knocked on the first door. In answer to a call from within he went into a large bright room. Mrs. Lessa was sitting near the window with some sewing and stifle in front of her. The little girl's small fingers were with difficulty holding several thick knitting needles. The coarse thread was wound six times around her index finger. The woman rose at once and met her visitors. Mr. Thorne out introducing himself gave her to understand that he had come to express his sincere regret for what Mrs. Troll had said to Vinzi. He knew that the boy had brought back Alita's property and had been invited by Alita to come again. He also hoped that he and his children would be able to tell Vinzi themselves how sorry they were about Mrs. Troll's unkind words. He wondered if he would accept some friendly attention from them in gratitude for finding the shawl. Mrs. Lessa did not know what Mrs. Troll's words had been for Vinzi had not repeated them. She realized what must have happened, however, and it came into her mind that Mrs. Troll's remarks to her husband had occasioned Vinzi's immediate removal from home. He had left only that morning and all the mother's thoughts had been engrossed by his going. Begging the gentleman to take a seat, she told him where Vinzi had been sent. Alita, rushing up to Stifeli, asked her impetuously, where's your brother? He has gone away, was Stifeli's reply. Why are you not on the pasture? I thought you always stayed on the pasture till he comes back, said Alita, evidently well informed on the matter. If you were there you would not have to knit such a heavy stocking. Vinzi has not gone for but an hour. He has gone for weeks and weeks. That's why somebody else will have to take care of the cows now, but we don't know who is to attend to them yet, Stifeli replied. You see, I couldn't possibly do it all alone. I couldn't manage them if they were all jumping around at once, but mother told me that all bad things have a good side too. She thought I couldn't spend my time better than knitting woolen stockings for Vinzi to wear when he comes home again. I should say that that decidedly belonged to the very worst side of all, replied Alita quickly. Those thick needles are hurting you and the heavy thread is cutting into your finger. Won't you show me your barnyard? I can hear the funny little noises the chickens are making. Can't you come out with me? Stifeli looked towards her mother who had heard what the children were saying. With a nod, Stifeli was given permission and the girls ran out. I am sure the boy wants to go too, said Mrs. Lessa, glancing towards Hugo, who had posted himself shyly behind his father's chair. The air would do him good. Yes, Hugo, you can go and see the place, remarked the father. Look how those two are running, or rather, flying about. Go and run about with them. Hugo obeyed. If I have understood you rightly, Mrs. Lessa, Mr. Thornow continued the interrupted conversation. The boy has been sent away because he shows no interest in your fine, prosperous farm, and has evidently no inclination for his future life's work. But I cannot believe him to be a dull boy, for he seems to have been tremendously eager to take music lessons from my daughter. According to her he showed the most extraordinary comprehension. Oh, no, he is not dull, replied Mrs. Lessa with animation. The trouble with him is that he has his thoughts where they ought not to be. If he happens to be out in the field with his father and he hears the sound of a bell anywhere, he drops everything and pays attention to absolutely nothing else till no sound of it can be heard any more. He often, when no one else can hear anything, he seems to be listening to something. Naturally his father gets impatient with him. He thought that if Vinzi lived for a while with boys who love farm life, he might change and get to like it too. But I don't know how it will work out, added Mrs. Lessa with a wistful shake of the head. These things are so deeply rooted in Vinzi. When he was a baby he would stand stock still at hearing a beautiful sound. Whenever he got hurt and was crying, I only had to take him on my lap and sing him a song to make him happy and quiet again. But, my dear Mrs. Lessa, all this clearly shows that your boy has an earful music and a real devotion to it, together with natural talent, Mr. Thornow said eagerly. Did you never think of having his talent developed? The boy and you too might reap the greatest happiness that way. I do not know what the gentleman means, answered Mrs. Lessa with the questioning look. What I mean? Your boy might be sent to a music school where they could judge his talent. He could study there. It takes years, of course, but what of that? If he turns out to be a finished musician, he would be happy and satisfied, and you too, of course. That's nothing for Vinzy, said Mrs. Lessa deliberately. His father would not consent. He would never let his only son leave home for years and years. He would not let him live among strangers for such a reason, and it would be altogether too uncertain a future for the boy. Isn't the world strange, exclaimed Mr. Thornow? Just look at my boy. He is my only son too. He only needs to say what he wants, and I give it to him. He may study what he pleases, and it makes me happy to let him. But what do you think? If I ask him, would you like riding horseback? He answers, no, I'd rather not. Should I ask him if he wants to learn to play the violin or the piano or the flute? All he says is, no, I'd rather not. Would you like to become a sailor and go far across the sea into foreign countries? He always says, oh, no, father, I'd rather not. And that is the answer I get every time. I cannot help being envious of your son who has such a decided inclination for music. Mrs. Lessa had watched Hugo for quite a while through the open window, leaning against a tree he was staring indifferently before him. The two girls in the meanwhile were playing tag, shrieking violently whenever they were caught and then eagerly beginning again. He probably is not very strong, she said sympathetically. He looks pale and thin. He would get stronger if he could live a while on the pasture. Yes, I suppose that would do him good, replied Mr. Thornow. He never was very hearty, and now he seems more frail than ever. Since my wife was taken ill and the boy had to be separated from her, all the life seems to have gone out of him. Why don't you let him stay with his mother, Mrs. Lessa inquired. Her voice clearly showed an interest as if it were a matter of great importance to herself and as if her visitor were an old friend of hers. Mr. Thornow smiled. You are a real mother, Mrs. Lessa, even for children that are not your own. I like that. But you see, my wife has been ordered a complete rest, so I had to send the children away. If the boy is allowed to be with his mother, the girl wants to be with her too, and she is by nature very noisy. Of course she can't help it, but the mother wants her children back for she worries about them more when they are absent. But I think my visit has been long enough, Mrs. Lessa, said Mr. Thornow, getting up. Please permit me to come again, for I like your home extremely. Mrs. Lessa accompanied her guest outside and called the children. Hugo was still leaning against the tree, but when the girls came running forward he slowly followed. When Stafeli heard that her mother had invited Mr. Thornow to come again, she said quickly, you must be sure to come to Alita. I might be up on the pasture then, and you could see what it is like there. Alita promised to return, and after taking leave, Mr. Thornow and the children wandered back to Mrs. Troll's house. As she appeared in the doorway just then, Mr. Thornow immediately informed her that the children were leaving her in a few days. Their mother wanted them back sooner than he had expected to take them home, but he promised her to fulfill his obligations. The chief reason for their going, though, was that he wished no one to suffer for an act of courtesy between the children. How changed Mr. Thornow was of a sudden, Mrs. Troll thought to herself. He had turned from her so abruptly, he who had always been so courteous and friendly. He really meant to take the children away. Of course he would never bring them back. And all on account of that miserable boy across the way, it was really laughable. However, Mrs. Troll was not in a mood to take them back at all. Now, when it was too late, she would willingly have taken back the harsh words she had said to Vinzy. Just then, the carriage Mr. Thornow had ordered drove up. Alida, close at her father's side, extracted a triple promise from him that he would soon take them away. When the carriage started, she had to let him go. Lost in deep thought, Mr. Thornow drove down the mountainside. The impression of Mrs. Lessa and her household had been extremely pleasant, and he wished he had known the woman before he had placed his children elsewhere. She might have been justified in feeling deep resentment against them, as the boy had really been banished on their account, but not a trace of such feeling had she shown. He also decided to let his daughter discontinue her music study. He was sure that if she had real love for music, it would show itself in some other way. Suddenly Mr. Thornow was greeted by a wanderer going in the same direction, and in whom he recognized his table-companion from the hotel. Oh, Mr. Delrick, what a hermit you are! he called out, ordering his carriage to stop. If you refuse to get into my carriage, I shall think that my company is not good enough for you. Mr. Delrick politely thanked him for the offer, but said that he was unwilling to give up his daily walk even for such good company. Good. Then I'll join you, said Mr. Thornow, jumping out of the carriage. I am sure what I have to say will interest you. Mr. Delrick smiled, and the two men walked along side by side. Do not smile in such an incredulous way, continued Mr. Thornow. Do you really intend to turn your back on society and live alone? It is not quite so bad as that, Mr. Delrick answered with a smile. But I don't mind admitting that I should leave the hotel if I could find a pleasant home with simple upright people to stay in. I should enjoy nature much more there. I have found the very house for you, said Mr. Thornow triumphantly. That's what I was going to tell you. He then related his experiences of the day, and described his new acquaintance, Mrs. Lessa, with great enthusiasm. The deep peace of the surroundings and the unusual order and cleanliness in the house and garden, barn and stable, would make anybody long to live there. Enough, Mr. Delrick, he concluded. It certainly is the home for you. I really feel very unselfish telling you this, because we shall be the losers if you leave us. But strangely enough, one cannot help doing you a favour. You win people's hearts in spite of themselves. My dear Mr. Thornow said his companion patting him on the shoulder, you are kind indeed to take pity on a poor unpractical hermit. I feel ever so grateful to you. Your description has awakened a keen desire in me to take a look at the house. At this point a beautiful path adjoined the road. Though much longer it repaid by the very fine views to be had from several spots. As Mr. Delrick wanted to walk home that way, the friends separated, and Mr. Thornow again climbed into his carriage. When Vincent's Lessa came out of the house next day to look after his business on the farm, he noticed a stranger who was apparently seeking someone. As soon as the latter saw the farmer he approached, does this house by any chance belong to a Mr. Lessa, he asked politely? Yes, sir, was the answer. Do I have the honour of speaking to the owner of it, asked the stranger? Yes, sir. I am lucky to find you, Mr. Lessa. I'd like to do some business with you. My name is Delrick, and I came from Dresden. I am stopping in the baths of Luke, where there are too many people for my taste. As I want to stay in the neighbourhood I am looking for a quiet home to live in for a few weeks. When Mr. Thornow told me about yours, I came to see it myself. I cannot help wishing that you would take me as a border. I live here with my wife and child, and I take in no strangers. Mr. Lessa replied curtly. You are right, Mr. Delrick answered pleasantly. If I were in your place I would do the same. Lessa could not help looking at the stranger in astonishment. I suppose then that our business is settled? I am afraid so, replied Mr. Delrick, but I wish you could tell me another house where I could live, one as much like yours is possible, just as well situated and surrounded by such mighty trees. You have a picked a state, Mr. Lessa, and I realize that I can't expect to find such order and care anywhere else. Mr. Lessa was visibly pleased that the gentleman had eyes enough to see that his home was kept differently from many others, but his wife really merited most of the praise for the condition of the yard and garden. He could not help thinking of her sitting in the house and worrying about her boy. By now Vinzi had probably reached his cousins on the mountain. She had hardly spoken a word all day, and he was sorry for her. It might be a good plan to take this gentleman into the house to fill her loss. She had thought before of getting a room ready for boarders, and as the stranger had made a most agreeable impression on him he felt not at all a verse to the idea of spending his free evenings with such a man. After reflecting he answered, I can't really think of any other place, but you might go in and speak to my wife. If she should agree to take you, I won't have any objections. May I attend to my work now?" With this he offered his hand in farewell. At this unexpected turn Mr. Delrick was most happy and surprised, holding Lessa's hand in his a moment he asked, "'Do I understand you right, Mr. Lessa? Will you really be satisfied with whatever your wife decides to do?' "'Yes, I'll be satisfied,' Lessa answered before turning around. When Mr. Delrick's knocking had been answered by a response to come in he entered the room. The child was there alone, knitting a heavy stocking at the window. Going up to Stefeli he asked the little one to call her mother as he wanted to speak to her. "'Oh, she'll soon be here. When she heard you knocking she went to her room because she was crying a little,' said Stefeli. "'Oh, I am sorry. Has something sad happened that your mother has to cry?' asked the stranger. "'Yes, because Vinzi has gone away for all summer and she doesn't even know the people he is living with,' Stefeli went on. "'Is Vinzi your brother?' the gentleman asked, full of sympathy. Why did he have to go away?' "'We don't quite know,' Stefeli replied. Perhaps because Alida gave him music lessons. "'Oh, what a strange case,' Mr. Delrick remarked with a smile. "'I suppose you have always been with your brother. You must miss him now that you are all alone.' "'Yes, of course, and mother does too, and he is missed also on the pasture. We were on the pasture all day long. Father has a good boy now, and my mother won't let me go to the pasture any more. Father said the cows won't graze and are running about as if lost. Shfartzeli wants to jump all the hedges, and when the new boy chases her, she turns about wildly and runs away frightened. I believe it too. We have known each other so long and well, and she doesn't like a new boy who tries to rule her. She doesn't know his voice and she doesn't feel at home when Shfartzeli had gotten as far as that in her recital, the door opened and her mother entered. Mr. Delrick, going to meet her, said that he had come with her husband's permission to ask her a question, but as he had heard of her recent sorrow from her little daughter, he did not feel at right to trouble her. It is often good for us if we have to pull ourselves together. Then we have less time to brood over kindly. It might be still better to look on her grief as if it were no grief at all. That makes it easier to bear. What do you think, Mrs. Lessa? Said Mr. Delrick as confidentially as an old friend. Mrs. Lessa looked up in surprise. I think I understand what the gentleman means, but I hardly seem to find an answer to this. I live in your home for a few months. We might find many an hour to continue our conversation. More astonished than ever, Mrs. Lessa glanced at the stranger. A happy smile spread for a moment over her features, only to disappear as suddenly. It does not depend on me alone, sir, Mr. Delrick. He told me himself that he would be satisfied with whatever you decide to do. Mrs. Lessa knew not what to think. Only a short time ago her husband had positively declared that he wanted no strangers to live with him. However the gentleman might look at the two rooms possible in order to know if they would be satisfied with their decision. Mr. Delrick agreed. Climbing the stairs he glanced into the rooms. One had an eastern exposure, and in the other the noonday sun was shining through the windows. The branches of the old walnut trees outside were swaying in the breeze, and Mr. Delrick was immensely taken by your little daughter, he said going towards the door. We are good friends already, and I hope we can continue to be so. Stefeli, who had been hiding behind her mother, shot forward at these words. She had taken in everything and had followed her mother in order to find out if the gentleman liked the rooms. She was hoping that he would come to Delrick shaking her hand, begged her to lead him up to the pasture some day. At parting Mrs. Lessa promised to send their decision to him as soon as possible, for he was anxious to know. When Vincennes Lessa returned home in the evening, the first question he asked his wife was, well, what did you settle with the gentleman? She told him about their conversation, and her having a conversation. But I am quite sure Vincennes she concluded, if this gentleman comes to live with us, he is sure to bring a blessing to our home. I suppose we need not scorn it, replied the farmer, you had better send him word that we expect him soon. His wife did so with joy in her heart, and a few days ago later Mr. Delrick