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to unfasten, for Dete had put the Sunday frock on over the
everyday one, to save the trouble of carrying it. Quick as
lightning the everyday frock followed the other, and now the
child stood up, clad only in her light short-sleeved under
garment, stretching out her little bare arms with glee. She put
all her clothes together in a tidy little heap, and then went
jumping and climbing up after Peter and the goats as nimbly as
any one of the party. Peter had taken no heed of what the child
was about when she stayed behind, but when she ran up to him in
her new attire, his face broke into a grin, which grew broader
still as he looked back and saw the small heap of clothes lying
on the ground, until his mouth stretched almost from ear to ear;
he said nothing, however. The child, able now to move at her
ease, began to enter into conversation with Peter, who had many
questions to answer, for his companion wanted to know how many
goats he had, where he was going to with them, and what he had to
do when he arrived there. At last, after some time, they and the
goats approached the hut and came within view of Cousin Dete.
Hardly had the latter caught sight of the little company climbing
up towards her when she shrieked out: “Heidi, what have you been
doing! What a sight you have made of yourself! And where are your
two frocks and the red wrapper? And the new shoes I bought, and
the new stockings I knitted for you—everything gone! not a thing
left! What can you have been thinking of, Heidi; where are all
your clothes?”
The child quietly pointed to a spot below on the mountain side
and answered, “Down there.” Dete followed the direction of her
finger; she could just distinguish something lying on the
ground, with a spot of red on the top of it which she had no
doubt was the woollen wrapper.
“You good-for-nothing little thing!” exclaimed Dete angrily,
“what could have put it into your head to do like that? What
made you undress yourself? What do you mean by it?”
“I don’t want any clothes,” said the child, not showing any sign
of repentance for her past deed.
“You wretched, thoughtless child! have you no sense in you at
all?” continued Dete, scolding and lamenting. “Who is going all
that way down to fetch them; it’s a good half-hour’s walk!
Peter, you go off and fetch them for me as quickly as you can,
and don’t stand there gaping at me, as if you were rooted to the
ground!”
“I am already past my time,” answered Peter slowly, without
moving from the spot where he had been standing with his hands
in his pockets, listening to Dete’s outburst of dismay and anger.
“Well, you won’t get far if you only keep on standing there with
your eyes staring out of your head,” was Dete’s cross reply;
“but see, you shall have something nice,” and she held out a
bright new piece of money to him that sparkled in the sun. Peter
was immediately up and off down the steep mountain side, taking
the shortest cut, and in an incredibly short space of time had
reached the little heap of clothes, which he gathered up under
his arm, and was back again so quickly that even Dete was
obliged to give him a word of praise as she handed him the
promised money. Peter promptly thrust it into his pocket and his
face beamed with delight, for it was not often that he was the
happy possessor of such riches.
You can carry the things up for me as far as Uncle’s, as you are
going the same way,” went on Dete, who was preparing to continue
her climb up the mountain side, which rose in a steep ascent
immediately behind the goatherd’s hut. Peter willingly undertook
to do this, and followed after her on his bare feet, with his
left arm round the bundle and the right swinging his goatherd’s
stick, while Heidi and the goats went skipping and jumping
joyfully beside him. After a climb of more than three-quarters
of an hour they reached the top of the Alm mountain. Uncle’s hut
stood on a projection of the rock, exposed indeed to the winds,
but where every ray of sun could rest upon it, and a full view
could be had of the valley beneath. Behind the hut stood three
old fir trees, with long, thick, unlopped branches. Beyond these
rose a further wall of mountain, the lower heights still
overgrown with beautiful grass and plants, above which were
stonier slopes, covered only with scrub, that led gradually up
to the steep, bare rocky summits.
Against the hut, on the side looking towards the valley, Uncle
had put up a seat. Here he was sitting, his pipe in his mouth
and his hands on his knees, quietly looking out, when the
children, the goats and Cousin Dete suddenly clambered into view.
Heidi was at the top first. She went straight up to the old man,
put out her hand, and said, “Good-evening, Grandfather.”
“So, so, what is the meaning of this?” he asked gruffly, as he
gave the child an abrupt shake of the hand, and gazed long and
scrutinisingly at her from under his bushy eyebrows. Heidi
stared steadily back at him in return with unflinching gaze, for
the grandfather, with his long beard and thick grey eyebrows that
grew together over his nose and looked just like a bush, was
such a remarkable appearance, that Heidi was unable to take her
eyes off him. Meanwhile Dete had come up, with Peter after her,
and the latter now stood still a while to watch what was going
on.
“I wish you good-day, Uncle,” said Dete, as she walked towards
him, “and I have brought you Tobias and Adelaide’s child. You
will hardly recognise her, as you have never seen her since she
was a year old.”
“And what has the child to do with me up here?” asked the old
man curtly. “You there,” he then called out to Peter, “be off
with your goats, you are none too early as it is, and take mine
with you.”
Peter obeyed on the instant and quickly disappeared, for the old
man had given him a look that made him feel that he did not want
to stay any longer.
“The child is here to remain with you,” Dete made answer. “I
have, I think, done my duty by her for these four years, and now
it is time for you to do yours.”
“That’s it, is it?” said the old man, as he looked at her with a
flash in his eye. “And when the child begins to fret and whine
after you, as is the way with these unreasonable little beings,
what am I to do with her then?”
“That’s your affair,” retorted Dete. “I know I had to put up
with her without complaint when she was left on my hands as an
infant, and with enough to do as it was for my mother and self.
Now I have to go and look after my own earnings, and you are the
next of kin to the child. If you cannot arrange to keep her, do
with her as you like. You will be answerable for the result if
harm happens to her, though you have hardly need, I should think,
to add to the burden already on your conscience.”
Now Dete was not quite easy in her own conscience about what she
was doing, and consequently was feeling hot and irritable, and
said more than she had intended. As she uttered her last words,
Uncle rose from his seat. He looked at her in a way that made
her draw back a step or two, then flinging out his arm, he said
to her in a commanding voice: “Be off with you this instant, and
get back as quickly as you can to the place whence you came, and
do not let me see your face again in a hurry.”
Dete did not wait to be told twice. “Good-bye to you then, and
to you too, Heidi,” she called, as she turned quickly away and
started to descend the mountain at a running pace, which she did
not slacken till she found herself safely again at Dorfli, for
some inward agitation drove her forwards as if a steam-engine
was at work inside her. Again questions came raining down upon
her from all sides, for every one knew Dete, as well as all
particulars of the birth and former history of the child, and
all wondered what she had done with it. From every door and
window came voices calling: “Where is the child?” “Where have you
left the child, Dete?” and more and more reluctantly Dete made
answer, “Up there with Alm-Uncle!” “With Alm-Uncle, have I not
told you so already?”
Then the women began to hurl reproaches at her; first one cried
out, “How could you do such a thing!” then another, “To think of
leaving a helpless little thing up there,”—while again and
again came the words, “The poor mite! the poor mite!” pursuing
her as she went along. Unable at last to bear it any longer Dete
ran forward as fast as she could until she was beyond reach of
their voices. She was far from happy at the thought of what she
had done, for the child had been left in her care by her dying
mother. She quieted herself, however, with the idea that she
would be better able to do something for the child if she was
earning plenty of money, and it was a relief to her to think
that she would soon be far away from all these people who were
making such a fuss about the matter, and she rejoiced further
still that she was at liberty now to take such a good place.
CHAPTER II. AT HOME WITH GRANDFATHER
As soon as Dete had disappeared the old man went back to his
bench, and there he remained seated, staring on the ground
without uttering a sound, while thick curls of smoke floated
upward from his pipe. Heidi, meanwhile, was enjoying herself in
her new surroundings; she looked about till she found a shed,
built against the hut, where the goats were kept; she peeped in,
and saw it was empty. She continued her search and presently
came to the fir trees behind the hut. A strong breeze was blowing
through them, and there was a rushing and roaring in their
topmost branches, Heidi stood still and listened. The sound
growing fainter, she went on again, to the farther corner of the
hut, and so round to where her grandfather was sitting. Seeing
that he was in exactly the same position as when she left him,
she went and placed herself in front of the old man, and putting
her hands behind her back, stood and gazed at him. Her
grandfather looked up, and as she continued standing there
without moving, “What is it you want?” he asked.
“I want to see what you have inside the house,” said Heidi.
“Come then!” and the grandfather rose and went before her
towards the hut.
“Bring your bundle of clothes in with you,” he bid her as she
was following.
“I shan’t want them any more,” was her prompt answer.
The old man turned and looked searchingly at the child, whose
dark eyes were sparkling in delighted anticipation of what she
was going to see inside. “She is certainly not wanting in
intelligence,” he murmured to himself. “And why shall you
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