Heidi
"Indeed," replied the old man, "could you expect me to send a young
child down the mountain on ice-cold mornings through storm and
snow, and let her return at night when the wind is raging? Have you
forgotten the child's mother, Adelaide? She was a sleep-walker, and
had fits. Might not the child be attacked in the same way if obliged
to over-exert herself? And you think you can come and force me to send
her? I will go before all the courts of justice in the country, and
then we shall see who will force me to do it!"
"Perhaps you are right, neighbor," said the pastor in a friendly tone
of voice. "If it is impossible to send the child to school from here,
come down into Doerfli and live again among your fellow-men. What sort
of a life is this you lead, alone, and with bitter thoughts towards God
and man."
"No, pastor, as to going down to Doerfli to live, that is far from my
thoughts; the people despise me and I them; it is therefore best for
all of us that we live apart."
The visitor had risen and stood holding out his hand to the old man
as he added with renewed earnestness, "I will wager, that next winter
you will be down among us again, and we shall be good neighbors as of
old. Promise me that you will come and live with us again and become
reconciled to God and man."
Alm-Uncle gave the pastor his hand and answered him calmly and firmly,
"You mean well by me, I know, but I will not send the child to school
nor come and live among you."
"Then God help you!" said the pastor, as he left the hut and went down
the mountain.
Alm-Uncle was out of humor. When Heidi said as usual that afternoon,
"Can we go down to grandmother now?" he answered, "Not today." He did
not speak again the whole day, and the following morning when Heidi
again asked the same question, he replied, "We will see." But before
the dinner bowls bad been cleared away another visitor arrived,
and this time it was Dete. She wore a fine feathered hat and a long
trailing dress which swept the floor.
The grandfather looked her up and down without uttering a word. But
Dete was prepared with an exceedingly amiable speech and began at once
to praise the looks of the child. She should hardly have known her
again, and it was evident that Heidi had been happy and well-cared-for
with her grandfather. But she had just heard of something that would
be a lucky chance for her. Some wealthy people in Frankfurt wanted a
companion for their only daughter who was an invalid. Heidi was just
the sort of child they were looking for, simple-minded and unspoiled,
and after Dete had given them a description of Heidi, they had agreed
to take her. And no one could tell what good fortune there might not
be in store for her, for if these rich people should take a fancy to
Heidi--
"Have you nearly finished what you had to say?" broke in Alm-Uncle, who
had allowed her to talk on uninterruptedly so far.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Dete, throwing up her head in disgust, "one would
think I had been talking to you about the most ordinary matter; why,
there is not one person in all Praettigau who would not thank God if I
were to bring them such a piece of news as I am bringing you."
"You may take your news to anybody you like, I will have nothing to do
with it."
Dete leaped up from her seat like a rocket and cried, "If that is all
you have to say about it, why, then I will give you a bit of my mind.
The child is now eight years old and knows nothing, and you will not
let her learn. You will not send her to church or school, as I was told
down in Doerfli, and she is my own sister's child. I am responsible
for what happens to her, and this is a good opening for her. I have
everybody in Doerfli on my side; there is not one person there who will
not take my part against you; and I advise you to think well before
bringing it into court, if that is your intention; there are certain
things which might be brought up against you that you would not care to
hear, for when one has to do with lawcourts there is a great deal raked
up that had been forgotten."
"Be silent!" thundered the Uncle, and his eyes flashed with anger. "Go
and be done with you! and never let me see you again with your hat and
feather." And with that he strode out of the hut.
"You have made grandfather angry," said Heidi, and her dark eyes had
anything but a friendly expression in them as she looked at Dete.
"He will soon be all right again; come now," said Dete hurriedly, "and
show me where your clothes are."
"I am not coming," said Heidi.
"Come, come, you will have all sorts of good things that you never
dreamed of." Then she went to the cupboard and taking out Heidi's
things rolled them up in a bundle. "Come along now, there's your hat;
it is very shabby but will do for the present; put it on and let us
make haste off."
"I am not coming," repeated Heidi.
"Don't be stupid and obstinate, like a goat; I suppose it's from the
goats you have learnt to be so. Listen to me: you saw your grandfather
was angry and heard what he said, that he did not wish to ever see
us again; he wants you to go away with me and you must not make him
angrier still. You can't think how nice it is at Frankfurt, and if you
do not like it you can come back again; your grandfather will be in a
good humor by that time."
"Can I return at once and be back home again here this evening?" asked
Heidi.
"What are you talking about, come along now! I tell you that you can
come back here when you like. Today we shall go as far as Mayenfeld,
and early tomorrow we shall start in the train; it will bring you home
again in no time when you wish it, for it goes as fast as the wind."
They started down the mountain and as they neared the grandmother's hut
they met Peter coming round the corner carrying an immense bundle of
long, thick hazel sticks on his shoulders. He stood still and stared
at the two approaching figures; as they came up to him, he exclaimed,
"Where are you going, Heidi?"
"I am only just going over to Frankfurt for a little visit with Dete,"
she replied; "but I must first run in to grandmother, she will be
expecting me."
"No, no, you must not stop to talk; it is already too late," said Dete,
holding Heidi, who was struggling to get away. "You can go in when you
come back," and she pulled the child on with her. Peter ran into the
hut and banged against the table with his bundle of sticks with such
violence that everything in the room shook, and his grandmother leaped
up with a cry of alarm from her spinning-wheel.
"What is the matter? what is the matter?" cried the frightened old
woman.
"She is taking Heidi away," explained Peter.
"Who? who? where to, Peter, where to?" asked the grandmother, growing
still more agitated; but even as she spoke she guessed what had
happened, for Brigitta had told her shortly before that she had seen
Dete going up to Alm-Uncle. The old woman opened the window and called
out beseechingly, "Dete, Dete, do not take the child away from us! do
not take her away!"
The two who were hastening down the mountain heard her voice, and Dete
evidently caught the words, for she grasped Heidi's hand more firmly.
Heidi struggled to get free, crying, "Grandmother is calling, I must go
to her."
But Dete had no intention of letting the child go, and quieted her as
best she could by promising that she could take something nice back to
grandmother. This was a new idea to Heidi, and it pleased her so much
that Dete had no longer any difficulty in getting her along.
"What could I take back to her?" Heidi asked.
"A soft roll of white bread; she would enjoy that, for now she is old
she can hardly eat the hard, black bread," answered Dete.
"Yes, she always gives it back to Peter, telling him it is too hard,"
affirmed Heidi. "Do let us make haste, for then perhaps we can get back
soon from Frankfurt, and I shall be able to give her the white bread
today." And Heidi started off running so fast that Dete with the bundle
under her arm could scarcely keep up with her.
* * * * *
From that day forward Alm-Uncle looked fiercer and more forbidding
than ever when he came down and passed through Doerfli. He spoke to no
one, and looked such an ogre as he came along with his pack of cheeses
on his back, his immense stick in his hand, and his thick, frowning
eyebrows, that the women would call to their little ones, "Take care!
get out of Alm-Uncle's way or he may hurt you!"
The old man took no notice of anybody as he strode through the village
on his way to the valley below, where he sold his cheeses and bought
what bread and meat he wanted for himself. After he had passed, the
villagers all crowded together looking after him. They agreed that
it was a great mercy the child had got away from him. Only the blind
grandmother would have nothing to say against him, and told those who
came to bring her work, how kind and thoughtful he had been with the
child, how good to her and her daughter, and how many afternoons he had
spent mending the house. All this was repeated down in Doerfli; but
most of the people who heard it said that grandmother was too old to
understand, and very likely had not heard rightly what was said; as she
was blind, probably she was also deaf.
CHAPTER VI
CLARA, THE PATIENT LITTLE INVALID
In her home at Frankfurt, Clara, the little daughter of Mr. Sesemann,
was lying on the invalid couch on which she spent her whole day, being
wheeled in it from room to room.
Her little face was thin and pale, and at this moment her two soft blue
eyes were fixed on the clock, which seemed to her to go very slowly
this day, and with a slight accent of impatience, which was very rare
with her, she asked, "Isn't it time yet, Miss Rottermeyer?"
This lady was sitting very upright at a small work-table, busy with
her embroidery. She wore a dome-shaped head piece which made her look
very solemn and dignified. For many years past, since Clara's mother
had died, the housekeeping and the superintendence of the servants had
been entrusted to Miss Rottermeyer. The father who was often away from
home, left her in sole charge, with the condition only that his little
daughter should have a voice in all matters, and that nothing should be
done against her wish.
As Clara was putting her impatient question for the second time, Dete
and Heidi arrived at the front door.
Tinette, the maid in dainty cap and apron, ushered them upstairs into
the library. Dete remained standing politely near the door, still
holding Heidi tightly by the hand, for she did not know what the child
might take it into her head to do amid these new surroundings.
Miss Rottermeyer rose slowly and went up to the little new companion
for the daughter of the house, to see what she was like. She did not
seem very pleased with her appearance. Heidi was dressed in her plain
little woolen frock, and her hat was an old straw one bent out of
shape. The child looked innocently out from beneath it, gazing with
unconcealed astonishment at the lady's towering head dress.
"What is your name?" asked Miss Rottermeyer, after examining the child
for some minutes, while Heidi in return kept her eyes steadily fixed
upon the lady.
"Heidi," she answered in a clear, ringing voice.
"What? what? that's no Christian name for a child; you were not
christened that. What name did they give you when you were baptized?"
continued Miss Rottermeyer.
"I do not remember," replied Heidi.
"What a way to answer!" said the lady, shaking her head. "Dete, is the
child a simpleton or only saucy?"
"If the lady will allow me, I will speak for the child, for she is
very unaccustomed to strangers," said Dete, who had given Heidi a