Grandfathers -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Switzerland -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Switzerland -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Uncle had listened to him quietly, with a smile of pleasure on his face
as he looked at the happy father.
"Mr. Sesemann," he replied in his dignified way, "I too have my share
in the joy of your daughter's recovery, and my trouble is well repaid
by it. I thank you heartily for all you have said, but I have need of
nothing; I have enough for myself and the child as long as I live. Of
course, I am growing old, and shall not be here much longer. I have
nothing to leave the child when I die. If you could promise me that
Heidi will never have to earn her living among strangers, then you
would richly reward me for all I have done for your child."
"There could never be any question of such a thing as that, my dear
friend," said Mr. Sesemann quickly. "I look upon the child as my own.
Ask my mother, my daughter; you may be sure that they will never allow
the child to be left in any one else's care! But if it will make you
happier I give you here my hand upon it. I promise you: Heidi shall
never have to go and earn her living among strangers; I will make
provision against this both during my life and after. But now I have
something else to say. Independent of her circumstances, the child
is totally unfitted to live a life away from home; we found that out
when she was with us. But she has made friends, and among them I know
one who is at this moment in Frankfurt; he is winding up his affairs
there, that he may be free to go where he likes and take his rest. I
am speaking of my friend, the doctor, who came over here in the autumn
and who, having well considered your advice, intends to settle in this
neighborhood, for he has never felt so well and happy anywhere as in
the company of you and Heidi. So you see the child will henceforth have
two protectors near her--and may they both live long to share the task!"
[Illustration: "ARE YOU REALLY MY LITTLE CLARA?"]
"God grant indeed it may be so!" added grandmamma, shaking Uncle's hand
warmly as she spoke, to show how sincerely she echoed her son's wish.
Then putting her arm round Heidi, who was standing near, she drew the
child to her.
"And I have a question to ask you too, dear Heidi. Tell me if there is
anything you particularly wish for?"
"Yes, there is," answered Heidi promptly, looking up delightedly at
grandmamma.
"Then tell me at once, dear, what it is."
"I want to have the bed I slept in at Frankfurt with the high pillows
and thick coverlid, and then grandmother will not have to lie with her
head down hill and hardly able to breathe, and she will be warm enough
under the coverlid not to have to wear her shawl in bed to prevent her
freezing to death."
In her eagerness to obtain what she had set her heart upon Heidi hardly
gave herself time to get out all she had to say, and did not pause for
breath till she reached the end of her sentence.
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