Grandfathers -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Switzerland -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Switzerland -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
The pastor's kindly eyes shone with pleasure. He pressed the old
man's hand in his, and said with emotion, "Neighbor, I am greatly
rejoiced. You will not repent coming to live with us again; as for
myself you will always be welcome as a dear friend and neighbor, and I
look forward to our spending many a pleasant winter evening together
and we will find some nice friends too for the little one." And the
pastor laid his hand kindly on the child's curly head and took her by
the hand as he walked to the door with the old man. He did not say
good-bye to him till they were standing outside, so that all the people
loitering about saw him shake hands as if parting reluctantly from
his best friend. The door had hardly shut behind him before the whole
congregation now came forward to greet Alm-Uncle, every one striving to
be the first to shake hands with him. Most of his friends accompanied
him and Heidi some way up the mountain, and each as they bid him
good-bye made him promise that when he next came down he would without
fail come and call. As the old man at last stood alone with the child,
watching their retreating figures, there was a light upon his face as
if reflected from some inner sunshine of heart. Heidi looking up at him
with her clear, steady eyes, said, "Grandfather, you look nicer and
nicer today, I never saw you quite like that before."
"Do you think so," he answered with a smile. "Well, yes, Heidi, I am
happier today than I deserve, happier than I had thought possible; it
is good to be at peace with God and man! God was good to me when he
sent you to my hut."
When they reached Peter's home the grandfather opened the door and
walked straight in. "Good-morning, Grandmother," he said, "I think we
shall have to do some more patching up before the autumn winds come."
"Well, if it is not Uncle!" cried the grandmother in pleased surprise.
"That I should live to see such a thing! and now I can thank you for
all that you have done for me. May God reward you! may God reward you!"
She stretched out a trembling hand to him, and the grandfather shook
it warmly.
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