"Like a man," said Otto; and as Pussy had no better comparison ready, she went on busily eating her pudding. Uncle Max laughed heartily. "Pussy is right," he said. "She does far better in pursuing her present occupation than in answering back such slanders. But, children," he began again, after a pause, "it is more than a year since I was here, and you have not told me about any thing that has taken place during my absence." The latest events were those that occurred first to the children; and they began to tell, generally both speaking together, the story of Cheppi's rude treatment of Wiseli on the coast, and of how cold the girl was, and how she stood shivering in the snow, and had no sled of her own, but got a chance to coast down twice after all. "That is right, Otto," said his father. "You must honor your name. You must always be a true knight for the persecuted and unprotected. Who is this Wiseli?" "You cannot know any thing about the girl nor her mother," said his wife. "But Uncle Max knows Wiseli's mother very well. You remember that thin weaver who was our neighbor, don't you, brother? He had an only daughter with big brown eyes, who often came to us at the parsonage, and sang so sweetly. Can't you remember her now?" While Uncle Max was trying to recall the somewhat fading recollections of his youth, old Trine put her head into the room, saying,-- "The carpenter Andrew would like to speak to you, Mrs. Ritter, if it will not disturb you too much." This apparently innocent message produced a wonderful effect upon the whole family. Mrs. Ritter put down the tablespoon, with which she was about to help her brother a second time to fruit, and said hastily, "If you will excuse me, gentlemen," and left the room. Otto sprang up so quickly that he knocked his chair over backwards, and then fell over it himself in his haste to get away. Pussy was about to follow the others; but her uncle, seeing the movement, put his arms about her, and held her fast. She struggled, however, and said, entreatingly,-- "Let me go, uncle; let me go. Really, I must go." "Where do you want to go, Pussy?" "To see the carpenter Andrew. Let me go quickly. Help, papa; help!" "If you will tell me what you have to say to the carpenter, I will let you go." "The sheep has only two legs left, and no tail at all; and the carpenter is the only person who can mend him. Now _do_ let me go!" And now Pussy was off too. The gentlemen looked at each other, and Max burst out into a merry laugh. "Who is this carpenter Andrew, pray, who seems to have the power of attracting your whole family to his feet?"