 Chapter 8 of Heidi by Yolana Speedy, translated by Elizabeth P. Stark. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 8 Great Disturbances in the Seisman House A short time after the Tutor had arrived next morning, the doorbell rang so violently that Sebastian thought it must be Mistress Seisman himself. What was his surprise when a dirty street boy with a barrel organ on his back stood before him? "'What do you mean by pulling the bell like that?' the butler said. "'I want to see Clara.' "'Can't you at least say Miss Clara, you ragged urchin?' said Sebastian harshly. "'She owes me forty pennies,' said the boy. "'You are crazy. How do you know Miss Clara lives here?' "'I showed her the way yesterday and she promised to give me forty pennies.' "'What nonsense! Miss Clara never goes out. "'You had better take yourself off before I send you.' The boy, however, did not even budge and said, "'I saw her. She has curly hair, black eyes, and talks in a funny way.' "'Oh, Sebastian chuckled to himself. That was the little miss.' Pulling the boy into the house, he said, "'All right, you can follow me. Wait at the door till I call you, and then you can play something for Miss Clara.' Knocking at the study door, Sebastian said, when he had entered, "'A boy is here who wants to see Miss Clara.' Clara, delighted at his interruption, said, "'Can't he come right up, Mr. Candidate?' But the boy was already inside and started to play. Miss Rottenmeyer was in the adjoining room when she heard the sounds. Where did they come from?' Hurrying into the study, she saw the street boy playing to the eager children. "'Stop, stop,' she called, but in vain, for the music drowned her voice. Suddenly she made a big jump, for there between her feet rolled a black turtle. Only when she shrieked for Sebastian could her voice be heard. The butler came straight in, for he had seen everything behind the door, and a great scene it had been. Glued to a chair in her fright, Miss Rottenmeyer called, "'Send the boy away. Take him away.'" Sebastian obediently pulled the boy after him, then he said, "'Here are forty pennies from Miss Clara and forty more for playing. It was well done, my boy.' With that he closed the door behind him. Miss Rottenmeyer found it wiser now to stay in the study to prevent further disturbances. Suddenly there was another knock at the door. Sebastian appeared with a large basket which had been brought for Clara. "'We had better have our lesson before we inspect it,' said Miss Rottenmeyer. But Clara, turning to the tutor, said, "'Oh, please, Mr. Candidate, can't we just peep in to see what it is?' "'I'm afraid that you will think of nothing else,' the teacher began. Just then, something in the basket which had been only lightly fastened moved, and one, two, three, and still more little kittens jumped out, scampering around the room with the utmost speed. They bounded over the tutor's boots and bit his trousers. They climbed up on Miss Rottenmeyer's dress and crawled around her feet. Mewying and running they caused a frightful confusion. Clara called out in delight. "'Oh, look at the cunning creatures! Look how they jump! Heidi, look at that one! Oh, see the one over there?' Heidi followed them about while the teacher shook them off. When the housekeeper had collected her wits after the great fright, she called for the servants. They soon arrived and stored the little kittens safely in the new bed. No time had been found for yawning that day, either. When Miss Rottenmeyer, who had found out the culprit, was alone with the children in the evening, she began severely. Atle Hyde, there is only one punishment for you. I am going to send you to the cellar to think over your dreadful misdeeds in company with the rats.' A cellar held no terrors for Heidi. Far in her grandfather's cellar fresh milk and the good cheese had been kept, and no rats had lodged there. But Clara shrieked, "'Oh, Miss Rottenmeyer, you must wait till Papa comes home, and then he can punish Heidi.' The lady unwillingly replied, "'All right, Clara, but I shall also speak a few words to Mr. Seisman. With those words she left the room. Since the child's arrival, everything had been upset and the lady often felt discouraged, though nothing remarkable happened for a few days.' Clara, on the contrary, enjoyed her companion's society, for she always did funny things. In her lessons she could never get her letters straight. They meant absolutely nothing to her, except that they would remind her of goats and eagles. The girls always spent their evenings together, and Heidi would entertain her friend with tales of her former life, till her longing grew so great that she added, "'I have to go home now. I must go to-morrow.' Clara's soothing words and the prospect of more roles for the grandmother kept the child. Every day after dinner she was left alone in her room for some hours. Thinking of the green fields at home, of the sparkling flowers on the mountains, she would sit in a corner till her desire for all those things became too great to bear. Her aunt had clearly told her that she might return if she wished to do so, so one day she resolved to leave for the arm-hut. In a great hurry she packed the bread in the red shawl, and, putting on her old straw hat, started off. The poor child did not get very far. At the door she encountered Miss Ruttenmeyer, who stared at Heidi in mute surprise. "'What are you up to?' she exploded. "'Haven't I forbidden you to run away? You look like a vagabond.' "'I was only going home,' whispered the frightened child. "'What? You want to run away from this house? What would Mr. Seisman say? What is it that does not suit you here? Don't you get better treatment than you deserve? Have you ever before had such food, service, and such a room? Answer?' "'No,' was the reply. "'Don't I know that?' the furious lady proceeded. "'What a thankless child you are! Just idle and good for nothing.' But Heidi could not bear it any longer. She loudly wailed. "'Oh, I want to go home. What will poor Snowhopper do without me?' Grandmother was waiting for me every day. Poor Thistlefinch gets blows if Peter gets no cheese, and I must see the sun again when he says good night to the mountains. How the eagle would screech if he saw all the people here in Frankfurt, for mercy's sake, the child is crazy,' exclaimed Miss Rottenmeier, running up the stairs. In her hurry she had bumped into Sebastian, who was just then coming down. "'Bring the unlucky child up,' she called to him, rubbing her head. "'All right, many thanks,' answered the butler, rubbing his head too, for he had encountered something far harder than she had. When the butler came down, he saw Heidi standing near the door with flaming eyes, trembling all over. Cheerfully he asked, "'What has happened, little one? Do not take it too hard and cheer up.' She nearly made a hold in my head just now, but we must not get discouraged. Oh, no! Come, up with you,' she said so. Heidi walked upstairs very slowly, seeing her so changed. Sebastian said, "'Don't give in. Don't be sad. You have been so courageous till now. I have never heard you cry yet. Come up now, and when the ladies away, we'll go and look at the kittens. They are running round like wild.' Notting cheerlessly, the child disappeared in her room. That night at supper Miss Rottenmeier watched Heidi constantly, but nothing happened. The child sat as quiet as a mouse, hardly touching her food except the little roll. Talking with the tutor next morning, Miss Rottenmeier told him her fears about Heidi's mind, but the teacher had more serious troubles still, for Heidi had never even learned her ABC in all this time. Heidi was sorely in need of some clothes so Clara had given her some. Miss Rottenmeier was just busy arranging the child's wardrobe when she suddenly returned. "'Addle hide,' she said contemptuously. "'What do I find? A big pile of bread in your wardrobe? I never heard the like. Yes, Clara, it is true.' Then calling to net, she ordered her to take away the bread and the old straw hat she had found. "'No, don't. I must keep my hat. The bread is for grandmother,' cried Heidi in despair. "'You stay here while we take the rubbish away,' said the lady sternly. Heidi threw herself down now on Clara's chair and sobbed as if her heart would break. "'No, I can't bring grandmother any rolls. Oh, they were for grandmother,' she lamented. "'Hide, don't cry any more,' Clara begged. "'Listen, when you go home some day, I am going to give you as many rolls as you had and more. There will be much softer and better than those stale ones you have kept. They are not fit to eat, Heidi. Stop now, please, and don't cry any more.' Only after a long, long time did Heidi become quiet. When she had heard Clara's promise, she cried, "'Are you really going to give me as many as I had?' At supper, Heidi's eyes were swollen, and it was still hard for her to keep from crying. Sebastian made strange signs to her that she did not understand. What did he mean? Later, though, when she climbed into her high bed, she found her old beloved straw hat hidden under her cover. So Sebastian had saved it for her and had tried to tell her. She crushed it for joy, and, wrapping it in a handkerchief, she hid it in the furthest corner of her wardrobe. End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Heidi by Joanna Speedy Translated by Elizabeth P. Stork This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 9 The Master of the House Here's of Strange Doings A few days afterwards there was great excitement at the Seisman residence, for the Master of the House had just arrived. The servants were taking upstairs one load after another, for Mr. Seisman always brought many lovely things home with him. When he entered his daughter's room, Heidi shyly retreated into a corner. He greeted Clara affectionately, and she was equally delighted to see him, for she loved her father dearly. Then he called to Heidi, Oh, there is our little Swiss girl. Common, give me your hand. That's right. Or you good friends, my girls, tell me now. You don't fight together, what? Oh, no! Clara is always kind to me, Heidi replied. Heidi has never even tried to fight, Papa, Clara quickly remarked. That's good. I like to hear that, said the father rising. I must get my dinner now, for I am hungry. I shall come back soon and show you what I have brought home with me. In the dining room he found Miss Rottenmeier surveying the table with a most tragic face. You do not look very happy at my arrival, Miss Rottenmeier. What is the matter? Clara seems well enough, he said to her. Oh, Mr. Seisman, we have been terribly disappointed, said the lady. How do you mean? asked Mr. Seisman, calmly sipping his wine. We had decided, as you know, to have a companion for Clara, knowing, as I did, that you would wish me to get a noble, pure child. I thought of this Swiss child, hoping she would go through life like a breath of pure air, hardly touching the earth. I think that even Swiss children are made to touch the earth, otherwise they would have to have wings. I think you understand what I mean. I have been terribly disappointed, for this child has brought the most frightful animals into the house. Mr. Candidate can tell you. The child does not look very terrible, but what do you mean? I cannot explain it, because she does not seem in her right mind at times. Mr. Seisman was getting worried at last, when the tutor entered. Oh, Mr. Candidate, I hope you will explain. Please take a cup of coffee with me and tell me about my daughter's companion. Make it short, if you please. But this was impossible for Mr. Candidate, who had to greet Mr. Seisman first. Then he began to reassure his host about the child, pointing out to him that her education had been neglected till then, and so on. But poor Mr. Seisman, unfortunately, did not get his answer, and had to listen to very long-winded explanations of the child's character. At last Mr. Seisman got up saying, excuse me, Mr. Candidate, but I must go over to Clara now. He found the children in the study. Turning to Heidi, who had risen at his approach, he said, calm, little one, get me a glass of water. Fresh water? Of course, fresh water, he replied. When Heidi had gone, he sat down near Clara, holding her hand. Tell me, little Clara, he asked. Please tell me clearly what animals Heidi has brought into the house. Is she really not right in her mind? Clara now began to relate to her father all the incidents with the kittens and the turtle, and explained Heidi's speeches that had so frightened the lady. Mr. Seisman left heartily and asked Clara if she wished Heidi to remain. Of course, Papa. Since she is here, something amusing happens every day. It used to be so dull, but now Heidi keeps me company. Very good, very good, Clara. Oh, here is your friend back again. Did you get nice fresh water? asked Mr. Seisman. Heidi handed him the glass and said, yes, fresh from the fountain. You did not go to the fountain yourself, Heidi? said Clara. Certainly, but I had to get it from far. There were so many people at the first and at the second fountain, I had to go down another street and there I got it. A gentleman with white hair sends his regards to you, Mr. Seisman. Clara's father laughed and asked, who was the gentleman? When he passed by the fountain and saw me there with a glass, he stood still and said, please give me to drink, for you have a glass. To whom are you bringing the water? Then I said, I am bringing it to Mr. Seisman. When he heard that, he laughed very loud and gave me his regards for you with the wish that you would enjoy your drink. I wonder who it was. What did the gentleman look like? He had a friendly laugh and wears a gold pendant with a red stone on his thick gold chain. There is a horse head on his cane. Oh, that was the doctor. That was my old doctor, exclaimed father and daughter at the same time. In the evening Mr. Seisman told Miss Rotmire that Heidi was going to remain, for the children were very fond of each other and he found Heidi normal and very sweet. I want the child to be treated kindly, Mr. Seisman added decidedly. Her peculiarities must not be punished. My mother is coming very soon to stay here and she will help you to manage the child, for there is nobody in this world that my mother could not get along with as you know Miss Rotmire. Of course I know that, Mr. Seisman replied the lady, but she was not very much pleased at the prospect. Mr. Seisman only stayed two weeks for his business called him back to Paris. He consoled his daughter by telling her that his mother was coming in a very few days. Mr. Seisman had hardly left when the grandmother's visit was announced for the following day. Lara was looking forward to this visit and told Heidi so much about her dear grand-mama that Heidi also began to call her by that name to Miss Rotmire's disapproval, who thought that the child was not entitled to this intimacy. End of Chapter 9 Chapter 10 of Heidi by Joana Speedy Translated by Elizabeth P. Stark This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 10 A Grand-Mama The following evening, great expectation reigned in the house. Channette had put on a new cap, Sebastian was placing footstools in front of nearly every armchair, and Miss Rotmire walked with great dignity about the house inspecting everything. When the carriage at last drove up, the servants flew downstairs, followed by Miss Rotmire, in more measured step. Heidi had been sent to her room to await further orders, but it was not long before Channette opened the door and said brusquely, go into the study. The grand-mama, with her kind and loving way, immediately befriended the child and made her feel as if she had known her always. To the housekeeper's great mortification, she called the child Heidi, remarking to Miss Rotmire, if somebody's name is Heidi, I call her so. The housekeeper soon found that she had to respect the grandmother's ways and opinions. Mrs. Seisman always knew what was going on in the house the minute she entered it. On the following afternoon Clara was resting, and the old lady had shut her eyes for five minutes, when she got up again and went into the dining-room. With a suspicion that the housekeeper was probably asleep, she went to this lady's room, knocking loudly on the door. After a while somebody stirred inside and, with a bewildered face, Miss Rotmire appeared, staring at the unexpected visitor. Rotmire, where is the child? How does she pass her time? I want to know, said Miss Seisman. She just sits in her room, not moving a finger. She has not the slightest desire to do something useful, and that is why she thinks of such absurd things that one can hardly mention them in polite society. I should do exactly the same thing if I were left alone like that. Please bring her to my room now. I want to show her some pretty books I have brought with me. That is just the trouble. What does she do with books? And all this time she has not even learned the ABC, for it is impossible to instill any knowledge into this being. If Mr. Candidate was not as patient as an angel, he would have given up teaching her long ago. How strange! The child does not look to me like one who could not learn the ABC, said Miss Seisman. Please fetch her now. We can look at the pictures anyway. The housekeeper was going to say more, but the old lady had turned already and gone to her room. She was thinking over what she had heard about Heidi, making up her mind to look into the matter. Heidi had come and was looking with wondering eyes at the splendid pictures in the large books that Grandma Ma was showing her. Suddenly she screamed loud, for there on the picture she saw a peaceful flock grazing on a green pasture. In the middle a shepherd was standing, leaning on his crook. The setting sun was shedding a golden light over everything. With glowing eyes, Heidi devoured the scene, but suddenly she began to sob violently. The Grandma Ma took her little hand in hers and said in the most soothing voice, Come, child, you must not cry. Did this remind you of something? Now stop and I'll tell you the story tonight. There are lovely stories in this book that people can read and tell. Dry your tears now, darling. I must ask you something. Stand up now and look at me. Now we are merry again. Heidi did not stop at once, but the kind lady gave her ample time to compose herself, saying from time to time, Now it's all over. Now we'll be merry again. When the child was quiet at last she said, Tell me now how your lessons are going. What have you learnt, child? Tell me. Nothing, Heidi sighed, but I knew that I never could learn it. What is it that you can't learn? I can't learn to read. It is too hard. What next? Who gave you this information? Peter told me, and he tried over and over again, but he could not do it for it. It is too hard. Well, what kind of boy is he? Heidi, you must not believe what Peter tells you but try for yourself. I am sure you had your thoughts elsewhere when Mr. Candidate showed you the letters. It's no use, Heidi said, with such a tone as if she was resigned to her fate. I am going to tell you something, Heidi, said the kind lady now. You have not learnt to read because you have believed what Peter said. You shall believe me now, and I prophesy that you will learn it in a very short time, as the great many other children do that are like you and not like Peter. When you can read, I am going to give you this book. You have seen the shepherd on the green pasture, and then you'll be able to find out all the strange things that happened to him. Yes, you can hear the whole story, and what he does with his sheep and his goats. You would like to know, wouldn't you, Heidi? Heidi had listened attentively and said now with sparkling eyes, if I could only read already. It won't be long, I can see that. Come now, let us go to Clara. With that they both went over to the study. Since the day of Heidi's attempted flight, a great change had come over the child. She had realised that it would hurt her kind friends if she tried to go home again. She knew now that she could not leave as her aunt Detta had promised, for they all, especially Clara and her father and the old lady, would think her ungrateful. But the burden grew heavier in her heart, and she lost her appetite, and got paler and paler. She could not get to sleep at night from longing to see the mountains with the flowers and the sunshine, and only in her dreams she would be happy. When she woke up in the morning she always found herself on her high white bed far away from home. Burying her head and her pillow she would often weep a long, long time. Mrs. Seisman had noticed the child's unhappiness, but let a few days pass by hoping for a change. But the change never came, and often Heidi's eyes were red even in the early morning. So she called the child to her room one day and said, with great sympathy in her voice, tell me, Heidi, what is the matter with you? What is making you so sad? But as Heidi did not want to appear thankless, she replied sadly, I can't tell you. No? Can't you tell Clara, perhaps? Oh no, I can't tell anyone, Heidi said, looking so unhappy that the old lady's heart was filled with pity. I tell you something, little girl, she continued. If you have a sorrow that you cannot tell to anyone, you can go to our Father in heaven. You can tell him everything that troubles you, and if we ask him, he can help us and take our sufferings away. Do you understand me, child? Don't you pray every night? Don't you thank him for all his gifts and ask him to protect you from evil? Oh no, I never do that, replied the child. Have you never prayed, Heidi? Do you know what I mean? I only prayed with my first grandmother, but it was so long ago that I have forgotten. See, Heidi, I understand now why you are so unhappy. We all need somebody to help us and just think how wonderful it is to be able to go to the Lord when something distresses us and causes us pain. We can tell him everything and ask him to comfort us when nobody else can do it. He can give us happiness and joy. Heidi was gladdened by these tidings and asked, Can we tell him everything, everything? Yes, Heidi, everything. The child, withdrawing her hand from the grand-mama, said hurriedly, Can I go now? Yes, of course, was the reply, and with this Heidi ran to her room. Sitting down on a stool she folded her hands and poured out her heart to God, imploring him to help her and let her go home to her grandfather. About a week later, Mr. Candidate asked to see Mrs. Seisman to tell her of something unusual that had occurred. Being called to the lady's room, he began, Mrs. Seisman, something has happened that I never expected. And with many more words the happy grand-mama was told that Heidi had suddenly learned to read with the utmost correctness, most rare with beginners. Many strange things happened in this world, Mrs. Seisman remarked, while they went over to the study to witness Heidi's new accomplishment. Heidi was sitting close to Clara, reading her a story. She seemed amazed at the strange new world that had opened up before her. At supper Heidi found the large book with the beautiful pictures on her plate, and looking doubtfully at grand-mama, she saw the old lady nod. Now it belongs to you, Heidi, she said. Forever, also when I am going home, Heidi inquired confused with joy. Certainly forever, the grand-mama assured her, tomorrow we shall begin to read it. But, Heidi, you must not go home. No, not for many years, Clara exclaimed. Especially when grand-mama goes away, you must stay with me. Heidi still looked at her book before going to bed that night, and this book became her dearest treasure. She would look at the beautiful pictures and read all the stories allowed to Clara. Grand-mama would quietly listen and explain something here and there, making it more beautiful than before. Heidi loved the pictures with the shepherd best of all. They told the story of the prodigal son, and the child would read and reread it till she nearly knew it by heart. Since Heidi had learned to read and possess the book, the day seemed to fly and the time had come near that the grand-mama had fixed for her departure. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 of Heidi by Yohana Speedy translated by Elizabeth P. Stork. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 11 Heidi gains in some respects and loses in others. The grand-mama sent for Heidi every day after dinner, while Clara was resting and Miss Ruttenmeyer disappeared into her room. She talked to Heidi and amused her in various ways, showing her how to make clothes for pretty little dolls that she had brought. Unconsciously, Heidi had learned to sew and made now the sweetest dresses and coats for the little people out of lovely materials the grand-mama would give her. Often Heidi would read to the old lady, for the oftener she read over the stories the dearer they became to her. The child lived everything through with the people in the tales and was always happy to be with them again, but she never looked really cheerful and her eyes never sparkled merrily as before. In the last week of Mrs. Seisman's stay, Heidi was called again to the old lady's room. The child entered with her beloved book under her arm. Mrs. Seisman drew Heidi close to her, and, laying the book aside, she said, Come, child, and tell me why you are so sad. Do you still have the same sorrow? Yes, Heidi replied. Did you confide it to our Lord? Yes. Do you pray to him every day that he may make you happy again and take your affliction away? Oh no, I don't pray any more. What do I hear, Heidi? Why don't you pray? It does not help, for God has not listened. I don't wonder, she added, for if all the people in Frankfurt pray every night, he cannot listen to them all. I am sure he has not heard me. Really? Why are you so sure? Because I have prayed for the same thing many, many weeks, and God has not done what I have asked him to. That is not the way, Heidi. You see, God in heaven is a good father to us all, who knows what we need better than we do. When something we ask for is not very good for us, he gives us something much better, if we confide in him and do not lose confidence in his love. I am sure what you asked for was not very good for you just now. He has heard you, for he can hear the prayers of all the people in the world at the same time, because he is God Almighty and not a mortal like us. He heard your prayers and said to himself, Yes, Heidi shall get what she is praying for in time. Now, while God was looking down on you to hear your prayers, you lost confidence and went away from him. If God does not hear your prayers any more, he will forget you also and let you go. Don't you want to go back to him, Heidi, and ask his forgiveness? Pray to him every day in hope in him that he may bring cheer and happiness to you. Heidi had listened attentively. She had unbounded confidence in the old lady, whose words had made a deep impression on her. Full of repentance she said, I shall go at once and ask our Father to pardon me. I shall never forget him any more. That's right, Heidi. I am sure he will help you in time, if you only trust in him, the grandmother consoled her. Heidi went to her room now and prayed earnestly to God that he would forgive her and fulfill her wish. The day of departure had come, but Mrs. Seismann arranged everything in such a way that the children hardly realized that she was actually going. Still, everything was empty and quiet when she had gone, and the children hardly knew how to pass their time. Next day Heidi came to Clara in the afternoon and said, Can I always, always read to you now, Clara? Clara ascended, and Heidi began. But she did not get very far, for the story she was reading told of a grandmother's death. Suddenly she cried aloud, Oh, now grandmother is dead, and wept in the most pitiful fashion. Whatever Heidi read always seemed real to her, and now she thought it was her own grandmother at home. Louder and louder she sobbed, Oh, now poor grandmother is dead, and I can never see her any more as she never got one single roll. Clara attempted to explain the mistake, but Heidi was too much upset. She pictured to herself how terrible it would be if her dear old grandfather would die too while she was far away. How quiet and empty it would be in the hut! How lonely she would be! Miss Rottmeyer had overheard the scene, and approaching the sobbing child she said impatiently, Adelheid, now you have screamed enough. If I hear you again giving way to yourself in such a noisy fashion I shall take your book away forever. Heidi turned pale at that, for the book was her greatest treasure. Quickly drying her tears she choked down her sobs. After that Heidi never cried again. Often she could hardly repress her sobs and was obliged to make the strangest faces to keep herself from crying out. Clara often looked at her full of surprise, but Miss Rottmeyer did not notice them and found no occasion to carry out her threat. However the poor child got more cheerless every day and looked so thin and pale that Sebastian became worried. He tried to encourage her at table to help herself to all the good dishes, but listlessly she would let them pass and hardly touch them. In the evening she would cry quietly, her heart bursting with longing to go home. Thus the time passed by. Heidi never knew if it was summer or winter, for the walls opposite never changed. They drove out very seldom, for Clara was only able to go a short distance. They never saw anything else than streets, houses, and busy people. No grass, no fir trees, and no mountains. Heidi struggled constantly against her sorrow, but in vain. Autumn and winter had passed and Heidi knew that the time was coming when Peter would go up to the Elb with his goats, where the flowers were glistening in the sunshine and the mountains were all afire. She would sit down in a corner of her room and put both hands before her eyes, not to see the glaring sunshine on the opposite wall. There she would remain, eating her heart away with longing till Clara would call for her to come. End of Chapter 11 Chapter 12 of Heidi by Johanna Speedy Translated by Elizabeth P. Stark This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 12 The Seisman House is Haunted For several days Miss Ruttenmeyer had been wondering silently about the house. When she went from room to room or along the corridors, she would often glance back as if she were afraid that somebody was following her. If she had to go to the upper floor where the gorgeous guest rooms were, or to the lower floor where the big ballroom was situated, she always told Tenette to come with her. The strange thing was that none of the servants dared to go anywhere alone and always found an excuse to ask each other's company which requests were always granted. The cook, who had been in the house for many years, would often shake her head and mutter, that I should live to see this. Something strange and weird was happening in the house. Every morning, when the servants came downstairs, they found the front door wide open. At first everybody had thought that the house must have been robbed, but nothing was missing. Each morning it was the same, despite the double locks that were put on the door. At last John and Sebastian, taking courage, prepared themselves to watch through a night to see who was the ghost. Armed and provided with some strengthening liquor, they repaired to a room downstairs. First they talked, but soon, getting sleepy, they leaned silently back in their chairs. When the clock from the old church tower struck one, Sebastian awoke and roused his comrade, which was no easy matter. At last, however, John was wide awake, and together they went out into the hall. The same moment, a strong wind put out the light that John held in his hand. Rushing back, he nearly upset Sebastian, who stood behind him, and pulling the butler back into the room, he locked the door in furious haste. When the light was lit again, Sebastian noticed that John was deadly pale and trembling like an aspen leaf. Sebastian, not having seen anything, asked anxiously, what's the matter? What did you see? The door was open, and a white form was on the stairs. It went up and was gone in a moment, gasped John. Cold shivers ran down the butler's back. They sat without moving till the morning came, and then, shutting the door, they went upstairs to report to the housekeeper what they had seen. The lady who was waiting eagerly heard the tale, and immediately sat down to write to Mr. Seisman. She told him that fright had paralyzed her fingers, and that terrible things were happening in the house. Then followed a tale of the appearance of the ghost. Mr. Seisman replied that he could not leave his business, and advised Mr. Roddenmeyer to ask his mother to come to stay with him, for Mr. Seisman would easily dispatch the ghost. Mr. Roddenmeyer was offended with the tone of the letter which did not seem to take her account seriously. Mr. Seisman also replied that she could not come, so the housekeeper decided to tell the children all about it. Clara, at the uncanny tale, immediately exclaimed that she would not stay alone another moment and that she wished her father to come home. The housekeeper arranged to sleep with the frightened child, while Heidi, who did not know what ghosts were, was perfectly unmoved. Another letter was dispatched to Mr. Seisman, telling him that the excitement might have serious effects on his daughter's delicate constitution, and mentioning several misfortunes that might probably happen if he did not relieve the household from this terror. This brought Mr. Seisman. Going to his daughter's room after his arrival, he was overjoyed to see her as well as ever. Clara was also delighted to see her father. What new trick says the ghost playing on you, Mr. Roddenmeyer? asked Mr. Seisman with a twinkle in his eye. It's no joke, Mr. Seisman, replied the lady seriously. I am sure you will not laugh tomorrow. Those strange events indicate that something secret and horrible has happened in this house in days gone by. Is that so? This is new to me, remarked Mr. Seisman. But will you please not suspect my venerable ancestors? Please call Sebastian. I want to speak to him alone. Mr. Seisman knew that the two were not on good terms, so he said to the butler, Come here, Sebastian, and tell me honestly, if you have played the ghost for Miss Roddenmeyer's pastime. No, upon my word, master, you must not think that, replied Sebastian frankly. I do not like it quite myself. Well, I'll show you and John what ghosts look like by day. You want to be ashamed of yourselves, strong young men like you? Now go at once to my old friend, Dr. Klosson, and tell him to come to me at nine o'clock tonight. Tell him that I came from Paris especially to consult him, and that I want him to sit up all night with me. Do you understand me, Sebastian? Yes indeed, I shall do as you say, Mr. Seisman. Mr. Seisman then went up to Claire's room to quiet and comfort her. Punctually at nine o'clock the doctor arrived. Though his hair was gray, his face was still fresh, and his eyes were lively and kind. When he saw his friend, he laughed aloud and said, Well, well, you look pretty healthy for one who needs to be watched all night. Have patience, my old friend, replied Mr. Seisman. I'm afraid the person we have to sit up for will look worse, but first we must catch him. What, since somebody is sick in this house, what do you mean? Far worse, doctor, far worse. A ghost is in the house. My house is haunted. When the doctor laughed, Mr. Seisman continued, I call that sympathy. I wish my friend, Miss Rottenmeyer, could hear you. She is convinced that an old Seisman is wondering about expiating some dreadful deed. How did she make his acquaintance? Asked the doctor, much amused. Mr. Seisman then explained the circumstances. He said that the matter was either a bad joke which an acquaintance of the servants was playing in his absence, or it was a gang of thieves who, after intimidating the people, would surely rob his house by and by. With these explanations they entered the room where the two servants had watched before. A few bottles of wine stood on the table, and two bright candelabras shed a brilliant light. Two revolvers were ready for emergencies. They left the door only partly open, for too much light might drive the ghost away. Then, sitting down comfortably, the two men passed their time by chatting, taking a sip now and then. The ghost seems to have spied us and probably won't come today, said the doctor. We must have patience. It is supposed to come at one, replied his friend. So they talked till one o'clock. Everything was quiet, and not a sound came from the street. Suddenly the doctor raised his finger. Sh! Seisman, don't you hear something? While they both listened, the bar was unfastened, the key was turned, and the door flew open. Mr. Seisman seized his revolver. You are not afraid, I hope, said the doctor, getting up? Better be cautious, whispered Mr. Seisman, seizing the candelabra in the other hand. The doctor followed with his revolver and the light, and so they went out into the hall. On the threshold stood a motionless white form, lighted up by the moon. Who is there? Thundered the doctor, approaching the figure. It turned and uttered a low shriek. There stood Heidi, with bare feet and in her white night-cown, looking bewildered in the bright light and the weapons. She was shaking with fear, while the two men were looking at her in amazement. Seisman, this seems to be your little water-carrier, said the doctor. Child, what does this mean? asked Mr. Seisman. What did you want to do? Why have you come down here? Pale from fright, Heidi said. I do not know. The doctor came forward now. Seisman, this case belongs to my field. Please go and sit down while I take her to bed. Putting his revolver aside, he led the trembling child upstairs. Don't be afraid. Just be quiet. Everything is all right. Don't be frightened. When they had arrived in Heidi's room, the doctor put the little girl to bed, covering her up carefully. Drawing a chair near the couch, he waited till Heidi had calmed down and had stopped trembling. Then, taking her hand in his, he said kindly, Now everything is all right again. Tell me where you wanted to go. I did not want to go anywhere, Heidi assured him. I did not go myself. Only I was there all of a sudden. Really? Tell me. What did you dream? Oh, I have the same dream every night. I always think I am with my grandfather again and can hear the fir trees roar. I always think how beautiful the stars must be. And then I open the door of the hut. And oh, it is so wonderful, but when I wake up I am always in Frankfurt. Heidi had to fight the sobs that were rising in her throat. Does your back or your head hurt, you child? No, but I feel as if a big stone was pressing me here. As if you had eaten something that disagreed with you. Oh, no, but as if I wanted to cry hard. So, and then you cry out, don't you? Oh, no, I must never do that, for Miss Rottenmeyer has forbidden it. Then you swallow it down, yes? Do you like to be here? Oh, yes, was the faint, uncertain reply. Where did you live with your grandfather? Up on the Elp? But wasn't it a little lonely there? Oh, no, it was so beautiful! But Heidi could say no more. The recollection, the excitement of the night, and all the restrained sorrow overpowered the child. The tears rushed violently from her eyes, and she broke out into loud sobs. The doctor rose and, soothing her, said, It won't hurt to cry. You'll go to sleep afterward. And when you wake up, everything will come right. Then he left the room. Joining his anxious friend downstairs, he said, Sleismond, the little girl is a sleepwalker, and it's unconsciously scared your whole household. Besides, she is so homesick that her little body has wasted away. We shall have to act quickly. The only remedy for her is to be restored to her native mountaineer. This is my prescription, and she must go tomorrow. What? Sick, a sleepwalker, and wasted away in my house? Nobody even suspected it. You think I should send this child back in this condition when she has come in good health? No, doctor, ask anything but that. Take her in hand and prescribe for her, but let her get well before I send her back. Sleismond, the doctor replied seriously. Just think what you are doing. We cannot cure her with powders and pills. The child has not a strong constitution, and if you keep her here, she might never get well again. If you restore her to the bracing mountaineer to which she is accustomed, she probably will be perfectly well again. When Mr. Seismond heard this, he said, If that is your advice, we must act at once. This is the only way then. With these words, Mr. Seismond took his friend's arm and walked about with him to talk the matter over. When everything was settled, the doctor took his leave, for the morning had already come, and the sun was shining in through the door. CHAPTER XIII. UP THE ALP ON A SUMMER EVENING Mr. Seismond, going upstairs in great agitation, knocked at the housekeeper's door. He asked her to hurry, for preparations for a journey had to be made. Miss Rotmire obeyed the summons with the greatest indignation, for it was only half past four in the morning. She dressed in haste, though, with great difficulty, being nervous and excited. All the other servants were summoned likewise, and one and all thought that the master of the house had been seized by the ghost, and that he was ringing for help. When they had all come down with terrified looks, they were most surprised to see Mr. Seismond fresh and cheerful giving orders. John was sent to get the horses ready, and Tenet was told to prepare Heidi for her departure, while Sebastian was commissioned to fetch Heidi's aunt. Mr. Seismond instructed the housekeeper to pack a trunk in all haste for Heidi. Miss Rotmire experienced an extreme disappointment, for she had hoped for an explanation of the great mystery, but Mr. Seismond evidently not in the mood to converse further, went to his daughter's room. Clara had been wakened by the unusual noises and was listening eagerly. Her father told her what had happened and how the doctor had ordered Heidi back to her home because her condition was serious and might get worse. She might even climb the roof or be exposed to similar dangers if she was not cured at once. Clara was painfully surprised and tried to prevent her father from carrying out his plan. He remained firm, however, promising to take her to Switzerland herself the following summer if she was good and sensible now. So the child residing herself begged to have Heidi's trunk packed in her room. Mr. Seismond encouraged her to get together a good outfit for her little friend. Heidi's aunt had arrived in the meantime. Being told to take her niece home with her, she found no end of excuses which plainly showed that she did not want to do it, for Detta well remembered the uncle's parting words. Mr. Seismond dismissed her and summoned Sebastian. The butler was told to get ready for travelling with the child. He was to go to Baal that day and spend the night at a good hotel which his master named. The next day the child was to be brought to her home. Listen, Sebastian, Mr. Seismond said, and do exactly as I tell you. I know the hotel in Baal and if you show my card they will give you good accommodations. Go to the child's room and barricade the windows so that they can only be opened by the greatest force. When Heidi has gone to bed, lock the door from outside for the child walks in her sleep and might come to harm in the strange hotel. She might get up and open the door. Do you understand? Oh, oh, so it was she? exclaimed the butler. Yes, it was. You are a coward, and you can tell John he is the same. Such foolish men to be afraid. With that Mr. Seismond went to his room to write a letter to Heidi's grandfather. Sebastian, feeling ashamed, said to himself that he ought to have resisted John and found out alone. Heidi was dressed in her Sunday frock and stood waiting for further commands. Mr. Seismond called her now. Good morning, Mr. Seismond. Heidi said when she entered. What do you think about it, little one? he asked her. Heidi looked up to him in amazement. You don't seem to know anything about it, laughed Mr. Seismond. To net had not even told the child, for she thought it beneath her dignity to speak to the vulgar Heidi. You are going home today. Home? Heidi repeated in a low voice. She had to gasp, so great was her surprise. Wouldn't you like to hear something about it? asked Mr. Seismond, smiling. Oh, yes, I should like to, said the blushing child. Good, good, said the kind gentleman. Sit down and eat a big breakfast now, for you are going away right afterwards. The child could not even swallow a morsel, though she tried to eat out of obedience. It seemed to her as if it was only a dream. Go to Clara, Heidi, till the carriage comes, Mr. Seismond said kindly. Heidi had been wishing to go, and now she ran to Clara's room, where a huge trunk was standing. Heidi, look at the things I had packed for you. Do you like them? Clara asked. There were a great many lovely things in it, but Heidi jumped for joy when she discovered a little basket with twelve round white rolls for the grandmother. The children had forgotten that the moment for porting had come when the carriage was announced. Heidi had to get all her own treasures from her room yet. The grand-mama's book was carefully packed, and the red shawl that Ms. Rottenmeier had purposely left behind. Then, putting on her pretty hat, she left her room to say goodbye to Clara. There was not much time left to do so for Mr. Seismond was waiting to put Heidi in the carriage. When Ms. Rottenmeier, who was standing on the stairs to bid farewell to her pupil, saw the red bundle in Heidi's hand, she seized it and threw it on the ground. Heidi looked imploringly at her kind protector, and Mr. Seismond, seeing how much she treasured it, gave it back to her. The happy child at porting thanked him for all his goodness. She also sent a message of thanks to the good old doctor whom she suspected to be the real cause of her going. When Heidi had been lifted into the carriage, Mr. Seismond assured her that Clara and he would never forget her. Sebastian followed with Heidi's basket and a large bag with provisions. Mr. Seismond called out, Happy journey! and the carriage rolled away. Only when Heidi was sitting in the train did she become conscious of where she was going. She knew now that she would really see her grandfather and the grandmother again, also Peter and the goats. Her only fear was that the poor, blind grandmother might have died while she was away. The thing she looked forward to most was giving the soft white rolls to the grandmother. While she was musing over all these things, she fell asleep. In Baal she was roused by Sebastian, for there they were to spend the night. The next morning they started off again, and it took them many hours before they reached Mayenfeld. When Sebastian stood on the platform of the station, he wished he could have traveled further in the train rather than have to climb a mountain. The last part of the trip might be dangerous, for everything seemed half-wild in this country. Looking round, he discovered a small wagon with a lean horse. A broad-shouldered man was just loading up large bags which had come by the train. Sebastian, approaching the man, asked some information concerning the least dangerous ascent to the Alps. After a while it was settled that the man should take Heidi in her trunk to the village and see to it that somebody would go up with her from there. Not a word had escaped Heidi until she now said, I can go up alone from the village, I know the road. Sebastian felt relieved, and calling Heidi to him, presented her with a heavy roll of bills and a letter for the grandfather. These precious things were put at the bottom of the basket under the road so that they could not possibly get lost. Heidi promised to be careful with them, and was lifted up to the cart. The two old friends shook hands and parted, and Sebastian, with a slightly bad conscience for having deserted the child so soon, sat down at the station to wait for a returning train. The driver was no other than the village baker, who had never seen Heidi, but had heard a great deal about her. He had known her parents and immediately guessed she was the child who had lived with the arm-uncle. Curious to know why she came home again, he began a conversation. Are you Heidi, the child who lived with the arm-uncle? Yes. Why are you coming home again? Did you get on badly? Oh no, nobody could have got on better than I did in Frankfurt. Then why are you coming back? Because Mr. Seismann let me come. Why didn't you stay? Because I would rather be with my grandfather on the Elb than anywhere on earth. You may think differently when you get there, murdered the baker. It is strange enough, for she must know, he said to himself, they converse no more, and Heidi began to tremble with excitement when she recognized all the trees on the road and the lofty peaks of the mountains. Sometimes she felt as if she could not sit still any longer, but had to jump down and run with all her might. They arrived at the village at the stroke of five. Immediately a large group of women and children surrounded the court, for the trunk and the little passenger had attracted everybody's notice. When Heidi had been lifted down, she found herself held and questioned on all sides, but when they saw how frightened she was they let her go at last. The baker had to tell of Heidi's arrival with the strange gentleman, and assured all the people that Heidi loved her grandfather with all her heart, let the people say what they would about him. Heidi in the meantime was running up the path, from time to time she was obliged to stop, for her basket was heavy and she lost her breath. Her one idea was, if only the grandmother still sits in her corner by her spinning wheel, oh, if she should have died. When the child caught sight of the hut at last her heart began to beat. The quicker she ran the more it beat, but at last she tremblingly opened the door. She ran into the middle of the room unable to utter one tone she was so out of breath. Oh, God! it sounded from one corner. Our Heidi used to come in like that. Oh, if I just could have her again with me before I die. Oh, who has come? Here I am, grandmother, here I am, shouted the child, throwing herself on her knees before the old woman. She seized her hands and arms and snuggling up to her did not for joy utter one more word. The grandmother had been so surprised that she could only silently caress the child's curly hair over and over again. Yes, yes, she said at last. This is Heidi's hair and her beloved voice. Oh, my God! I thank thee for this happiness. Out of her blind eyes big tears of joy fell down on Heidi's hand. Is it really you, Heidi? Have you really come again? Yes, grandmother, the child replied. You must not cry for I have come and will never leave you any more. Now you won't have to eat hard black bread any more for a little while. Look what I have brought you. Heidi put one roll after another into the grandmother's lap. Ah, child, what a blessing you bring to me, the old woman cried. But you are my greatest blessing yourself, Heidi. Then caressing the child's hair and flushed cheeks she entreated, just say one more word that I may hear your voice. While Heidi was talking, Peter's mother arrived and exclaimed in her amazement. Surely this is Heidi, but how can that be? The child rose to shake hands with Brigida, who could not get over Heidi's splendid frock and hat. You can have my hat. I don't want it any more. I have my old one still. Heidi said, pulling out her old crushed straw hat. Heidi had remembered her grandfather's words to Detta about her feather hat. That was why she had kept her old hat so carefully. Brigida at last accepted the gift after a great many remonstrances. Suddenly Heidi took off her pretty dress and tied her old shawl about her. Taking the grandmother's hand, she said, Good-bye, I must go home to grandfather now, but I shall come again tomorrow. Good-night, grandmother. Oh, please come again tomorrow, Heidi. Implore the old woman while she held her fast. Why did you take your pretty dress off? asked Brigida. I'd rather go to my grandfather this way or else he might not know me anymore the way you did. Brigida accompanied the child outside and said mysteriously, He would have known you in your frock. You ought to have kept it on. Please be careful, child, for Peter tells us that the uncle never says a word to anyone and always seems so angry. But Heidi was unconcerned, and, saying Good-night, climbed up the path with a basket on her arm. The evening sun was shining down on the grass before her. Every few minutes, Heidi stood still to look at the mountains behind her. Suddenly she looked back and beheld such glory as she had not seen even in her most vivid dream. The rocky peaks were flaming in the brilliant light, the snow-fields glowed and rosy clouds were floating overhead. The grass was like an expanse of gold, and below her the village swam in golden mist. The child stood still, and in her joy and transport tears ran down her cheeks. She folded her hands and, looking up to the heavens, thanked the Lord that he had brought her to the earth. She thanked him for restoring her to her beloved mountains. In her happiness she could hardly find words to pray. Only when the glow had subsided was Heidi able to follow the path again. She climbed so fast that she could soon discover, first the treetops, then the roof, finally the hut. Now she could see her grandfather sitting on his bench smoking a pipe. Above the cottage the fir trees gently swayed and rustled in the evening breeze. At last she had reached the hut and, throwing herself in her grandfather's arms, she hugged him and held him tight. She could say nothing but grandfather, grandfather, grandfather in her agitation. The old man said nothing either, but his eyes were moist and loosening Heidi's arms at last. He sat her on his knee. When he looked at her a while he said, So you have come home again, Heidi. Why? You certainly do not look very acidified. Did they send you away? Oh no, you must not think that, grandfather. They were all so good to me, Claire, Mr. Seisman, and Grandmama. But grandfather, sometimes I felt as if I could not bear it any longer to be away from you. I thought I should choke. I could not tell anyone for that would have been ungrateful. Suddenly one morning Mr. Seisman called me very early. I think it was the doctor's fault, but I think it is probably written in this letter. With that Heidi brought the letter and the bank roll from her basket, putting them on her grandfather's lap. This belongs to you, he said, laying the roll beside him. Having read the letter, he put it in his pocket. Do you think you can still drink milk with me, Heidi? he asked, while he stepped into the cottage. Take your money with you. You can buy a bed for it and close for many years. I don't need it at all, grandfather, Heidi assured him. I have a bed and Claire has given me so many dresses that I shan't need any more all my life. Take it and put it in the cupboard for you will need it some day. Heidi obeyed and danced around the hut in her delight to see all the beloved things again. Running up to the loft she exclaimed in great disappointment. Oh, grandfather, my bed is gone. It will come again, the grandfather called up from below. How could I know that you were coming back? Get your milk now. Heidi, coming down, took her old seat. She seized her bowl and emptied it eagerly as if it was the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted. Grandfather, our milk is the best in all the world. Suddenly, Heidi, hearing a shrill whistle, rushed outside as Peter and all his goats came racing down. Heidi greeted the boy who stopped, rooted to the spots staring at her. Then she ran into the midst of her beloved friends who had not forgotten her either. Shwan Lee and Barley Shwan Lee and Barley bleated for joy, and all her other favorites pressed near to her. Heidi was beside herself with joy and caressed little snowhopper and patted the soft inch till she felt herself pushed to and fro among them. Peter, why don't you come down and say good night to me? Heidi called to the boy. Have you come again? he exclaimed at last. Then he took Heidi's proffered hand and asked her as if she had been always there. Are you coming up with me tomorrow? No, tomorrow I must go to grandmother, but perhaps the day after. Peter had a hard time with his goats that day, for they would not follow him. Over and over again they came back to Heidi till she entered the shed with Barley and Shwan Lee and shut the door. When Heidi went up to her loft to sleep, she found a fresh, fragrant bed waiting for her, and she slept better than she had for many, many months, for her great burning longing had been satisfied. About ten times that night the grandfather rose from his couch to listen to Heidi's quiet breathing. The window was filled up with hay, for from now on the moon was not allowed to shine on Heidi any more. But Heidi slept quietly, for she had seen the flaming mountains and had heard the fir tree's roar. Bells ring. Heidi was standing under the swaying fir trees waiting for her grandfather to join her. He had promised to bring up her trunk from the village while she went in to visit the grandmother. The child was longing to see the blind woman again and to hear how she had liked the rolls. It was Saturday and the grandfather had been cleaning the cottage. Soon he was ready to start. When they had descended and Heidi entered Peter's hut, the grandmother called lovingly to her, have you come again, child? She took hold of Heidi's hand and held it tight. Grandmother then told the little visitor how good the rolls had tasted and how much stronger she felt already. Brigida related further that the grandmother had only eaten a single roll, being so afraid to finish them too soon. Heidi had listened attentively and said now, Grandmother, I know what I shall do. I am going to write to Clara and she'll surely send me a whole lot more. But Brigida remarked, That is, Mitt, well, but they get hard so soon. If I only had a few extra pennies I could buy some from our baker. He makes them too, but I am hardly able to pay for the black bread. Heidi's face suddenly shone. Oh, grandmother, I have an awful lot of money, she cried. Now I know what I'll do with it. Every day you must have a fresh roll and two on Sundays. Peter can bring them up from the village. No, no, child, the grandmother implored, that must not be. You must give it to grandfather and he'll tell you what to do with it. But Heidi did not listen. But jumped gaily about the little room, calling over and over again. Now grandmother can have a roll every day. She'll get well and strong and, she called with fresh delight, maybe your eyes will see again too when you are strong and well. The grandmother remains silent, not to more the happiness of the child. Seeing the old hymn-book on the shelf, Heidi said, grandmother, shall I read you a song from your book now? I can read quite nicely. She added after a pause. Oh, yes, I wish you would, child. Can you really read? Heidi, climbing on a chair, took down the dusty book from a shelf. After she had carefully wiped it off, she sat down on a stool. What shall I read, grandmother? Whatever you want to, was the reply. Turning the pages, Heidi found a song about the son, and decided to read that aloud. More and more eagerly she read, while the grandmother, with folded arms, sat in her chair. An expression of indescribable happiness shown in her countenance, though tears were rolling down her cheeks. When Heidi had repeated the end of the song a number of times, the old woman exclaimed, Oh, Heidi, everything seems bright to me again, and my heart is light. Thank you, child, you have done me so much good. Heidi looked enraptured at the grandmother's face, which had changed from an old sorrowful expression to a joyous one. She seemed to look up gratefully as if she could already behold the lovely Celestial Gardens told of in the hymn. Soon the grandfather knocked on the window for it was time to go. Heidi followed quickly, assuring the grandmother that she would visit her every day now. On the days she went up to the pasture with Peter, she would return in the early afternoon, for she did not want to miss the chance to make the grandmother's heart joyful and light. Brigida urged Heidi to take her dress along, and with it on her arm, the child joined the old man and immediately told him what had happened. On hearing of her plan to purchase roles for the grandmother every day, the grandfather reluctantly consented. At this the child gave a bound, shouting, Oh, grandfather, now grandmother won't ever have to eat hard black bread anymore. Oh, everything is so wonderful now. If God our Father had done immediately what I prayed for, I should have come home at once and could not have brought half as many roles to grandmother. I should not have been able to read either. Grandmama told me that God would make everything much better than I could ever dream. I shall always pray from now on the way Grandmama taught me, that when God does not give me something I pray for, I shall always remember how everything has worked out for the best this time. We'll pray every day grandfather won't we, for otherwise God might forget us. And if somebody should forget to do it, murmured the old man. Oh, he'll get on badly, for God will forget him too. If he is unhappy and wretched, people don't pity him, for they will say, He went away from God, and now the Lord, who alone can help him, has no pity on him. Is that true, Heidi? Who told you so? Grandmama explained it all to me. After a pause the grandfather said, Yes, but if it has happened then there is no help. Nobody can come back to the Lord when God has once forgotten him. But grandfather, everybody can come back to him, Grandmama told me that. And besides, there is the beautiful story in my book. Oh, grandfather, you don't know it yet, and I shall read it to you as soon as we get home. The grandfather had brought a big basket with him, in which he carried half the contents of Heidi's trunk. It had been too large to be conveyed up the steep ascent. Arriving at the hut and setting down his load, he had to sit beside Heidi, who was ready to begin the tale. With great animation, Heidi read the story of the prodigal son, who was happy at home with his father's cows and sheep. The picture showed him leaning on his staff, watching the sunset. Suddenly, he wanted to have his own inheritance, and be able to be his own master. Demanding the money from his father, he went away and squandered all. When he had nothing in the world left, he had to go as servant to a peasant who did not own fine cattle like his father, but only swine. His clothes were rags, and for food he only got the husks on which the pigs were fed. Often he would think what a good home he had left, and when he remembered how good his father had been to him and his own ungratefulness, he would cry from repentance and longing. Then he said to himself, I shall go to my father and ask his forgiveness. When he approached his farmer home, his father came out to meet him. What do you think will happen now? Heidi asked. You think that the father was angry and will say, Didn't I tell you? But just listen. And his father saw him and had compassion and ran and fell on his neck. And the son said, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet, and bring hither the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and be merry. For this my son was dead and is alive again. He was lost and is found. And they began to be merry. Isn't it a beautiful story, grandfather? asked Heidi when he sat silently beside her. Yes, Heidi, it is, said the grandfather. But so seriously that Heidi quietly looked at the pictures. Look how happy he is, she said, pointing to it. A few hours later, when Heidi was sleeping soundly, the old man climbed up the ladder. Placing a little lamp beside the sleeping child, he watched her a long, long time. Her little hands were folded and her rosy face looked confident and peaceful. The old man now folded his hands and said in a low voice, while big tears rolled down his cheek, Father, I have sinned against heaven and thee and am no more worthy to be thy son. The next morning found the uncle standing before the door, looking about him over the valley and mountain. A few early bells sounded from below when the birds sang their morning anthems. Re-entering the house he called, Heidi, get up, the sun is shining, put on a pretty dress for we are going to church. That was a new call, and Heidi obeyed quickly. When the child came downstairs in her smart little frock, she opened her eyes wide. Oh, grandfather, she exclaimed, I have never seen you in your Sunday coat with the silver buttons. Oh, how fine you look! The old man, turning to the child, said with a smile, You look nice too, come now. With Heidi's hand in his, they wandered down together. The nearer they came to the village, the louder and richer the bells resounded. Oh, grandfather, do you hear it? It seems like a big high feast, said Heidi. When they entered the church, all the people were singing. Though they sat down on the last bench behind, the people had noticed their presence and whispered it from ear to ear. When the pastor began to preach, his words were a loud thanksgiving that moved all his hearers. After the service, the old man and the child walked to the parsonage. The clergymen had opened the door and received them with friendly words. I have come to ask your forgiveness for my harsh words, said the uncle. I want to follow your advice to spend the winter here among you. If the people look at me as scants, I can't expect any better. I am sure, Mr. Pastor, you will not do so. The pastor's friendly eyes sparkled, and with many a kind word, he commended the uncle for this change, and, putting his hand on Heidi's curly hair, ushered them out. Thus the people, who had been all talking together about this great event, could see that their clergyman shook hands with the old man. The door of the parsonage was hardly shut when the whole assembly came forward without stretched hands and friendly greetings. Great seemed to be their joy at the old man's resolution. Some of the people even accompanied him on his homeward way. When they had parted at last, the uncle looked after them with his face shining as with an inward light. Heidi looked up at him and said, Grandfather, you have never looked so beautiful. Do you think so, child? he said with a smile. You see, Heidi, I am more happy than I deserve. To be at peace with God and men makes one's heart feel light. God has been good to me to send you back. When they arrived at Peter's hut, the grandfather opened the door and entered. How do you do, Grandmother? he called out. I think we must start to mend again before the fall wind comes. Oh my God! the uncle exclaimed the grandmother and joy a surprise. How happy I am to be able to thank you for what you have done, uncle. Thank you. God bless you for it. With trembling joy the grandmother shook hands with her old friend. There is something else I want to say to you, uncle, she continued. If I have ever hurt you in any way, do not punish me. Do not let Heidi go away again before I die. I cannot tell you what Heidi means to me. So saying, she held the clinging child to her. No danger of that, Grandmother. I hope we shall all stay together now for many years to come. Brigida now showed Heidi's feather hat to the old man and asked him to take it back. But the uncle asked her to keep it, since Heidi had given it to her. What blessings this child has brought from Frankfurt, Brigida said. I often wondered if I should not send our little Peter too. What do you think, uncle? The uncle's eyes sparkled with fun when he replied. I am sure it would not hurt, Peter. Nevertheless, I should wait for a fitting occasion before I sent him. The next moment Peter himself arrived in great haste. He had a letter for Heidi which had been given to him in the village. What an event! A letter for Heidi! They all sat down at the table while the child read it aloud. The letter was from Clara Seismann, who wrote that everything had got so dull since Heidi left. She said that she could not stand it very long, and therefore her father had promised to take her to Ragaz this coming fall. She announced that Grandmama was coming too for she wanted to see Heidi and her grandfather. Grandmama, having heard about the rolls, was sending some coffee too, so that the grandmother would not have to eat them dry. Grandmama also insisted on being taken to the grandmother herself when she came on her visit. Great was the delight caused by this news, and what with all the questions and plans that followed the grandfather himself forgot how late it was. This happy day, which had united them all, caused the old woman to say it parting. The most beautiful thing of all, though, is to be able to shake hands again with an old friend, as in days gone by. It is a great comfort to find again what we have treasured. I hope you'll come soon again, uncle. I am counting on the child for tomorrow. This promise was given, while Heidi and her grandfather were on their homeward path, the peaceful sound of evening bells accompanied them. At last they reached the cottage, which seemed to glow in the evening light. Chapter 14 End of Part 1 Chapter 15 of Heidi by Joana Speedy Translated by Elizabeth P. Stork This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Part 2 Heidi makes use of our experience. Chapter 15 Preparations for a Journey The kind doctor who had sent Heidi home to her beloved mountains was approaching the Sicebond residence on a sunny day in September. Everything about him was bright and cheerful, but the doctor did not even raise his eyes from the pavement to the blue sky above. His face was sad and his hair had turned very gray since spring. A few months ago the doctor had lost his only daughter who had lived with him since his wife's early death. The blooming girl had been his only joy, and since she had gone from him the ever- cheerful doctor was bowed down with grief. When Sebastian opened the door to the physician, he bowed very low, for the doctor made friends wherever he went. I am glad you have come, doctor. Mr. Sicebond called to his friend as he entered. Please, let us talk over this trip to Switzerland again. Do you still give the same advice now that Clara is so much better? What must I think of you, Sicebond? replied the doctor sitting down. I wish your mother was here. Everything is clear to her, and things go smoothly then. This is the third time today that you have called me and always for the same thing. It is true. I must make you impatient, said Mr. Sicebond, laying his hand on his friend's shoulder. He continued, I cannot say how hard it is for me to refuse Clara this trip. Haven't I promised it to her, and hasn't she looked forward to it for months? She has borne all her suffering so patiently, just because she has hoped to be able to visit her little friend on the Alps. I hate to rob her of this pleasure. The poor child has had so many trials and so little change. But, Sicebond, you must do it. What's the doctor's answer? When his friend remained silent, he continued, Just think what a hard summer Clara has had. She never was more ill, and we could not attempt this journey without risking the worst consequences. Remember, we are in September now, and though the weather may still be fine on the Alps, it is sure to be very cool. The days are getting short, and she could only spend a few hours up there if she had to return for the night. It would take several hours to have her carried up from Raghats. You see yourself how impossible that is. I shall come in with you, though, to talk to Clara, and you'll find her sensible. I'll tell you of my plan for next May. First, she can go to Raghats to take the baths. When it gets warm on the mountain, she can be carried up from time to time. She'll be stronger than and much more able to endure those excursions than she is now. If we hope for an improvement in her condition, we must be extremely cautious and careful. Remember that. Mr. Sicebond, who had been listening with the utmost submission, now sent anxiously. Doctor, please tell me honestly if you still have hope left for any change? We're shrugging shoulders, the doctor replied. Not very much. But think of me, Sicebond. Have you not a child who loves you and always welcomes you? You don't have to come back to a lonely house and sit down alone at your table. Your child is well taken care of, and if she has many privations, she also has many advantages. Sicebond, you do not need to be pitied. Just think of my lonely home. Mr. Sicebond had gotten up and was walking round the room, as he always did when something occupied his thoughts. Suddenly, he stood before his friend and said, Doctor, I have an idea. I cannot see you sad any longer. You must get away. You shall undertake this trip and visit Heidi in our stead. The doctor had been surprised by this proposal and tried to object. But Mr. Sicebond was so full of his new project that he pulled his friend with him into his daughter's room, not leaving him time for any remonstrances. Clara loved the doctor who had always tried to cheer her up on his visits by bright and funny tales. She was sorry for the change that had come over him and would have given much to see him happy again. When he had shaken hands with her, both men pulled up their chairs to Clara's bedside. Mr. Sicebond began to speak of their journey and how sorry he was to give it up. Then he quickly began to talk of his new plan. Clara's eyes had filled with tears, but she knew that her father did not like to see her cry, and besides, she was sure that her papa would only forbid her this pleasure because it was absolutely necessary to do so. So she bravely fought her tears and caressing the doctor's hand said, Oh, please, doctor, do go to Heidi. Then you can tell me all about her and can describe her grandfather to me and Peter with his goats. I seem to know them all so well. Then you can take all the things to her that I had planned to take myself. Oh, please, doctor, go, and then I'll be good and take as much cod liver oil as ever you want me to. Who can tell if this promise decided the doctor? At any rate he answered with a smile. Then I surely must go, Clara, for you will get fat and strong as we both want to see you. Have you settled yet when I must go? Oh, you had better go tomorrow morning, doctor, Clara urged. She is right, the father incented. The sun is shining and you must not lose any more glorious days on the Elb. The doctor had to laugh. Why don't you chide me for being here still? I shall go as quickly as I can, Seismon. Clara gave many messages to him for Heidi. She also told him to be sure to observe everything closely so that he would be able to tell her about it when he came back. The things for Heidi were to be sent to him later, for Miss Rotmire, who had to pack them, was out on one of her monthly wonderings about town. The doctor promised to comply with all Clara's wishes and to start the following day. Clara rang for the maid and said to her when she arrived, please, Toonette, pack a lot of fresh, soft coffee-cake in this box. A box had been ready for this purpose many days. When the maid was leaving the room she murmured, that's a silly bother. Sebastian, who had happened to overhear some remarks, asked the physician when he was leaving to take his regards to the little miss, as he called Heidi. With a promise to deliver this message the doctor was just hastening out when he encountered an obstacle. Miss Rotmire, who had been obliged to return from a walk on account of the strong wind, was just coming in. She wore a large cape, which the wind was blowing about her like two full sails. Both had retreated politely to give way to each other. Suddenly the wind seemed to carry the housekeeper straight towards the doctor, who had barely time to avoid her. This little incident, which had ruffled Miss Rotmire's temper very much, gave the doctor occasion to soothe her as she liked to be soothed by this man, whom she respected more than any body in the world. Telling her of his intended visit he entreated her to pack the things for Heidi as only she knew how. Clara had expected some resistance from Miss Rotmire about the packing of her presence. What was her surprise when this lady showed herself most obliging and immediately on being told, brought together all the articles? First came a heavy coat for Heidi with a hood, which Clara meant for her to use on visits to the grandmother in the winter. Then came a thick warm shawl and a large box with coffee cake for the grandmother. An enormous sausage for Peter's mother followed, and a little sack of tobacco for the grandfather. At last a lot of mysterious little parcels and boxes were packed, things that Clara had gathered together for Heidi. When the tidy pack lay ready on the ground, Clara's heart filled with pleasure at the thought of her little friend's delight. Sebastian now entered, and putting the pack on his shoulder, carried it to the doctor's house without delay. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of Heidi by Joana Speedy Translated by Elizabeth P. Stork This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 16 A Guest on the Elp The early dawn was tinging the mountains, and a fresh morning breeze rocked the old fir trees to and fro. Heidi opened her eyes, for the rustling of the wind had awakened her. These sounds always thrilled her heart, and now they drew her out of bed. Rising hurriedly, she soon was neatly dressed and combed. Coming down the little ladder and finding the grandfather's bed empty, she ran outside. The old man was looking up at the sky to see what the weather was going to be like that day. Rosy clouds were passing overhead, but gradually the sky grew more blue and deep, and soon a golden light passed over the heights, for the sun was rising in all his glory. Oh, how lovely! Good morning, grandfather! Heidi exclaimed. Are your eyes bright already? the grandfather retorted, holding out his hand. Heidi then ran over to her beloved fir trees and danced about, while the wind was howling in the branches. After the old man had washed and milked the goats, he brought them out of the shed. When Heidi saw her friends again, she caressed them tenderly, and they in their turn nearly crushed her between them. Sometimes, when Barley got too wild, Heidi would say, but Barley, you pushed me like the big Turk. And that was enough to quiet the goat. Soon Peter arrived with the whole herd, the jolly thistlefinch ahead of all the others. Heidi, being soon in the midst of them, was pushed about among them. Peter was anxious to say a word to the little girl, so he gave a shrill whistle, urging the goats to climb ahead. When he was near her, he said reproachfully, you really might come with me today. No, I can't, Peter, said Heidi. They might come from Frankfurt any time. I must be home when they come. How often have you said that, grumbled the boy? But I mean it, replied Heidi. Do you really think I want to be away when they come from Frankfurt? Do you really think that, Peter? They could come to uncle, Peter growled. Then the grandfather's strong voice was heard. Why doesn't the army go forward? Is it the field marshal's fault or the fault of the troop? Peter immediately turned about and let his goats up the mountain without more ado. Since Heidi had come home again to her grandfather, she did many things that had never occurred to her before. For instance, she would make her bed every morning and run about the hut tidying and dusting. With an old rag she would rub the chairs and table till they all shone, and the grandfather would exclaim, It is always Sunday with us now. Heidi has not been away in vain. On this day after breakfast, when Heidi began her self-imposed task, it took her longer than usual for the weather was too glorious to stay within. Over and over again a bright sun meme would tempt the busy child outside. How could she stay indoors when the glistening sunshine was pouring down and all the mountains seemed to glow? She had to sit down on the dry hard ground and look down into the valley and all about her. Then suddenly remembering her little duties, she would hasten back. It was not long though till the roaring fir trees tempted her again. The grandfather had been busy in his little shop, merely glancing over at the child from time to time. Suddenly he heard her call. Oh, grandfather, come! He was frightened and came out quickly. He saw her running down the hill crying. They are coming, they are coming. Oh, the doctor is coming first. When Heidi at last reached her old friend, he held out his hand, which Heidi immediately seized. In the full joy of her heart she exclaimed, How do you do, doctor? And I thank you a thousand times. How are you, Heidi? But what are you thanking me for already? The doctor asked with a smile. Because you let me come home again, the child explained. The gentleman's face lit up like sunshine. He had certainly not counted on such a reception on the Alp. On the contrary, not even noticing all the beauty around him he had climbed up sadly, for he was sure that Heidi probably would not know him any more. He thought that he would be far from welcome, being obliged to cause her a great disappointment. Instead he beheld Heidi's bright eyes, looking up at him in gratefulness and love. She was still holding his arm when he said, Come now, Heidi, and take me to your grandfather, for I want to see where you live. Like a kind father he had taken her hand, but Heidi stood still and looked down the mountainside. But where are Clara and Grandmama, she asked? Child, I must tell you something now, which will grieve you as much as it grieves me, replied the doctor. I had to come alone, for Clara has been very ill and could not travel. Of course Grandmama has not come either, but the spring will soon be here, and when the days get long and warm they will surely visit you. Heidi was perfectly amazed. She could not understand how all those things that she had pictured to herself so clearly would not happen after all. She was standing perfectly motionless confused by the blow. It was some time before Heidi remembered that, after all, she had come down to meet the doctor. Looking up at her friend, she was struck by his sad and cheerless face. How changed he was since she had seen him! She did not like to see people unhappy, least of all the good-kind doctor. He must be sad because Clara and Grandmama had not come, and to console him she said, Oh, it won't last long till spring comes again, then they will come for sure. They'll be able to stay much longer, then, and I will, please, Clara, now we'll go to grandfather. And in hand she climbed up with her old friend. All the way she tried to cheer him up by telling him again and again of the coming summer days. After they had reached the cottage, she called out to her grandfather quite happily. They are not here yet, but it won't be very long before they are coming. The grandfather warmly welcomed his guest, who did not seem at all a stranger, for had not Heidi told him many things about the doctor? They all three sat down on the bench before the door, and the doctor told of the object of his visit. He whispered to the child that something was coming up the mountain very soon, which would bring her more pleasure than his visit. What could it be? The uncle advised the doctor to spend the splendid days of autumn on the Alp, if possible, and to take a little room in the village instead of in ragots. Then he could easily walk up every day to the hut, and from there the uncle could take him all around the mountains. This plan was accepted. The sun was in its zenith and the wind had ceased. Only a soft, delicious breeze fanned the cheeks of all. The uncle now got up and went into the hut, returning soon with the table and their dinner. Go in, Heidi, and set the table here. I hope you will excuse our simple meal, he said, turning to his guest. I shall gladly accept this delightful invitation. I am sure that dinner will taste good up here, said the guest, looking down over the sun-bathed valley. Heidi was running too when fro, for it gave her great joy to be able to wait on her kind protector. Soon the uncle appeared with the steamy milk, the toasted cheese, and the finely sliced rosy meat that had been dried in the pure air. The doctor enjoyed his dinner better than any he had ever tasted. Yes, we must send Clara up here. How she could gather strength, he said. If she could have an appetite like mine today, she couldn't help getting nice and fat. At this moment a man could be seen walking up with a large sack on his shoulders. Arriving at the top, he threw down his load, breathing in the pure fresh air. Opening the cover, the doctor said, This has come for you from Frankfurt, Heidi. Come and look what it is. Heidi timidly watched the heap, and only when the gentleman opened the box with the cakes for the grandmother did she say joyfully, Oh, now grandmother can eat this lovely cake. She was taking the box and the beautiful shawl on her arm, and was going to race down to deliver the gifts, when the men persuaded her to stay and unpack the rest. What was her delight at finding the tobacco and all the other things? The men had been talking together, when the child suddenly planted herself in front of them, and said, These things have not given me as much pleasure as the dear doctor's coming. Both men smiled. When it was near sunset, the doctor rose to start on his way down. The grandfather, carrying the box, the shawl, and the sausage, and the guest holding the little girl by the hand, they wandered down the mountainside. When they reached Peter's hut, Heidi was told to go inside and wait for her grandfather there. At parting she asked, Would you like to come with me up to the pasture tomorrow, doctor? With pleasure. Goodbye, Heidi, was the replying. The grandfather had deposited all the presents before the door, and it took Heidi long to carry in the huge box and the sausage, the shawl she put on the grandmother's knee. Brigida had silently watched the proceedings that could not open her eyes wide enough when she saw the enormous sausage. Never in her life has she seen the like, and now she really possessed it and could cut it herself. Oh, grandmother, don't the cakes please you awfully? Just look how soft they are, the child exclaimed. What was her amazement when she saw the grandmother more pleased with the shawl which would keep her warm in winter? Grandmother, Clara has sent you that, Heidi said. Oh, what kind good people they are to think of a poor old woman like me. I never thought I should ever own such a splendid wrap. At this moment Peter came stumbling in. The uncle is coming up behind me and Heidi must that was as far as he got, for his eyes had fastened on the sausage. Heidi, however, had already said goodbye, for she knew what he had meant. Though her uncle never went by the hut any more without stepping in, she knew it was too late today. Heidi, come, you must get your sleep, he called through the open door. Bidding them all good night, he took Heidi by the hand, and under the glistening stars they wandered home to their peaceful cottage.