"Listen, Sebastian," Mr. Sesemann said, "and do exactly as I tell you. I know the Hotel in Basle, 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. Sesemann 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. Sesemann called her now. "Good-morning, Mr. Sesemann," 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. Sesemann. Tinette had not even told the child, for she thought it beneath her dignity to speak to the vulgar Heidi. "You are going home to-day." "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. Sesemann 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. Sesemann 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.