A SUMMER EVENING ON THE MOUNTAIN
now she had reached the house, but she trembled so she could hardly open the door—and then she was standing inside, unable in her breathlessness to utter a sound.
“Ah, my God!” cried a voice from the corner, “that was how Heidi used to run in; if only I could have her with me once again! Who is there?”
“It’s I, I, grandmother,” cried Heidi as she ran and flung herself on her knees beside the old woman, and seizing her hands, clung to her, unable to speak for joy. And the grandmother herself could not say a word for some time, so unexpected was this happiness; but at last she put out her hand and stroked Heidi’s curly hair, and said, “Yes, yes, that is her hair, and her voice; thank God that He has granted my prayer!” And tears of joy fell from the blind eyes on to Heidi’s hand. “Is it really you, Heidi; have you really come back to me?”
“Yes, grandmother, I am really here,” answered Heidi in a reassuring voice. “Do not cry, for I have really come back and I am never going away again, and I shall come every day to see you, and you won’t have any more hard bread to eat for some days, for look, look!”
And Heidi took the rolls from the basket and piled the whole twelve up on grandmother’s lap.
“Ah, child! child! what a blessing you bring with you!” the old woman exclaimed, as she felt and seemed never to come to the end of the rolls. “But you yourself are the greatest blessing, Heidi,” and again she touched the child’s hair and passed her hand over her hot cheeks, and said, “Say something, child, that I may hear your voice.”
Then Heidi told her how unhappy she had been, thinking
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