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want them any more?” he asked aloud.
“Because I want to go about like the goats with their thin light
legs.”
“Well, you can do so if you like,” said her grandfather, “but
bring the things in, we must put them in the cupboard.”
Heidi did as she was told. The old man now opened the door and
Heidi stepped inside after him; she found herself in a good-sized room, which covered the whole ground floor of the hut. A
table and a chair were the only furniture; in one corner stood
the grandfather’s bed, in another was the hearth with a large
kettle hanging above it; and on the further side was a large door
in the wall—this was the cupboard. The grandfather opened it;
inside were his clothes, some hanging up, others, a couple of
shirts, and some socks and handkerchiefs, lying on a shelf; on a
second shelf were some plates and cups and glasses, and on a
higher one still, a round loaf, smoked meat, and cheese, for
everything that Alm-Uncle needed for his food and clothing was
kept in this cupboard. Heidi, as soon as it was opened, ran
quickly forward and thrust in her bundle of clothes, as far back
behind her grandfather’s things as possible, so that they might
not easily be found again. She then looked carefully round the
room, and asked, “Where am I to sleep, grandfather?”
“Wherever you like,” he answered.
Heidi was delighted, and began at once to examine all the nooks
and corners to find out where it would be pleasantest to sleep.
In the corner near her grandfather’s bed she saw a short ladder
against the wall; up she climbed and found herself in the
hayloft. There lay a large heap of fresh sweet-smelling hay,
while through a round window in the wall she could see right
down the valley.
“I shall sleep up here, grandfather,” she called down to him,
“It’s lovely, up here. Come up and see how lovely it is!”
“Oh, I know all about it,” he called up in answer.
“I am getting the bed ready now,” she called down again, as she
went busily to and fro at her work, “but I shall want you to
bring me up a sheet; you can’t have a bed without a sheet, you
want it to lie upon.”
“All right,” said the grandfather, and presently he went to the
cupboard, and after rummaging about inside for a few minutes he
drew out a long, coarse piece of stuff, which was all he had to
do duty for a sheet. He carried it up to the loft, where he
found Heidi had already made quite a nice bed. She had put an
extra heap of hay at one end for a pillow, and had so arranged it
that, when in bed, she would be able to see comfortably out
through the round window.
“That is capital,” said her grandfather; “now we must put on the
sheet, but wait a moment first,” and he went and fetched another
large bundle of hay to make the bed thicker, so that the child
should not feel the hard floor under her—“there, now bring it
here.” Heidi had got hold of the sheet, but it was almost too
heavy for her to carry; this was a good thing, however, as the
close thick stuff would prevent the sharp stalks of the hay
running through and pricking her. The two together now spread
the sheet over the bed, and where it was too long or too broad,
Heidi quickly tucked it in under the hay. It looked now as tidy
and comfortable a bed as you could wish for, and Heidi stood
gazing thoughtfully at her handiwork.
“We have forgotten something now, grandfather,” she said after a
short silence.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“A coverlid; when you get into bed, you have to creep in between
the sheets and the coverlid.”
“Oh, that’s the way, is it? But suppose I have not got a
coverlid?” said the old man.
“Well, never mind, grandfather,” said Heidi in a consoling tone
of voice, “I can take some more hay to put over me,” and she was
turning quickly to fetch another armful from the heap, when her
grandfather stopped her. “Wait a moment,” he said, and he
climbed down the ladder again and went towards his bed. He
returned to the loft with a large, thick sack, made of flax,
which he threw down, exclaiming, “There, that is better than hay,
is it not?”
Heidi began tugging away at the sack with all her little might,
in her efforts to get it smooth and straight, but her small
hands were not fitted for so heavy a job. Her grandfather came to
her assistance, and when they had got it tidily spread over the
bed, it all looked so nice and warm and comfortable that Heidi
stood gazing at it in delight. “That is a splendid coverlid,” she
said, “and the bed looks lovely altogether! I wish it was night,
so that I might get inside it at once.”
“I think we might have something to eat first,” said the
grandfather, “what do you think?”
Heidi in the excitement of bed-making had forgotten everything
else; but now when she began to think about food she felt
terribly hungry, for she had had nothing to eat since the piece
of bread and little cup of thin coffee that had been her
breakfast early that morning before starting on her long, hot
journey. So she answered without hesitation, “Yes, I think so
too.”
“Let us go down then, as we both think alike,” said the old man,
and he followed the child down the ladder. Then he went up to
the hearth, pushed the big kettle aside, and drew forward the
little one that was hanging on the chain, and seating himself on
the round-topped, three-legged stool before the fire, blew it up
into a clear bright flame. The kettle soon began to boil, and
meanwhile the old man held a large piece of cheese on a long
iron fork over the fire, turning it round and round till it was
toasted a nice golden yellow color on each side. Heidi watched
all that was going on with eager curiosity. Suddenly some new
idea seemed to come into her head, for she turned and ran to the
cupboard, and then began going busily backwards and forwards.
Presently the grandfather got up and came to the table with a
jug and the cheese, and there he saw it already tidily laid with
the round loaf and two plates and two knives each in its right
place; for Heidi had taken exact note that morning of all that
there was in the cupboard, and she knew which things would be
wanted for their meal.
“Ah, that’s right,” said the grandfather, “I am glad to see that
you have some ideas of your own,” and as he spoke he laid the
toasted cheese on a layer of bread, “but there is still
something missing.”
Heidi looked at the jug that was steaming away invitingly, and
ran quickly back to the cupboard. At first she could only see a
small bowl left on the shelf, but she was not long in
perplexity, for a moment later she caught sight of two glasses
further back, and without an instant’s loss of time she returned
with these and the bowl and put them down on the table.
“Good, I see you know how to set about things; but what will you
do for a seat?” The grandfather himself was sitting on the only
chair in the room. Heidi flew to the hearth, and dragging the
three-legged stool up to the table, sat herself down upon it.
“Well, you have managed to find a seat for yourself, I see, only
rather a low one I am afraid,” said the grandfather, “but you
would not be tall enough to reach the table even if you sat in
my chair; the first thing now, however, is to have something to
eat, so come along.”
With that he stood up, filled the bowl with milk, and placing it
on the chair, pushed it in front of Heidi on her little three-legged stool, so that she now had a table to herself. Then he
brought her a large slice of bread and a piece of the golden
cheese, and told her to eat. After which he went and sat down on
the corner of the table and began his own meal. Heidi lifted the
bowl with both hands and drank without pause till it was empty,
for the thirst of all her long hot journey had returned upon
her. Then she drew a deep breath—in the eagerness of her thirst
she had not stopped to breathe—and put down the bowl.
“Was the milk nice?” asked her grandfather.
“I never drank any so good before,” answered Heidi.
“Then you must have some more,” and the old man filled her bowl
again to the brim and set it before the child, who was now
hungrily beginning her bread having first spread it with the
cheese, which after being toasted was soft as butter; the two
together tasted deliciously, and the child looked the picture of
content as she sat eating, and at intervals taking further
draughts of milk. The meal being over, the grandfather went
outside to put the goat-shed in order, and Heidi watched with
interest while he first swept it out, and then put fresh straw
for the goats to sleep upon. Then he went to the little well-shed, and there he cut some long round sticks, and a small round
board; in this he bored some holes and stuck the sticks into
them, and there, as if made by magic, was a three-legged stool
just like her grandfather’s, only higher. Heidi stood and looked
at it, speechless with astonishment.
“What do you think that is?” asked her grandfather.
“It’s my stool, I know, because it is such a high one; and it
was made all of a minute,” said the child, still lost in wonder
and admiration.
“She understands what she sees, her eyes are in the right
place,” remarked the grandfather to himself, as he continued his
way round the hut, knocking in a nail here and there, or making
fast some part of the door, and so with hammer and nails and
pieces of wood going from spot to spot, mending or clearing away
wherever work of the kind was needed. Heidi followed him step by
step, her eyes attentively taking in all that he did, and
everything that she saw was a fresh source of pleasure to her.
And so the time passed happily on till evening. Then the wind
began to roar louder than ever through the old fir trees; Heidi
listened with delight to the sound, and it filled her heart so
full of gladness that she skipped and danced round the old
trees, as if some unheard of joy had come to her. The grandfather
stood and watched her from the shed.
Suddenly a shrill whistle was heard. Heidi paused in her
dancing, and the grandfather came out. Down from the heights
above the goats came springing one after another, with Peter in
their midst. Heidi sprang forward with a cry of joy and rushed
among the flock, greeting first one and then another of her old
friends of the morning. As they neared the hut the goats stood
still, and then two of their number, two beautiful slender
animals, one white and one brown, ran forward to where the
grandfather was standing and began licking his hands, for he was
holding a little salt which he
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