A VISITOR
ing them every minute from Frankfurt, and I must be at home when they come.”
“You have said the same thing for days now,” grumbled Peter.
“I must continue to say it till they come,” replied Heidi. "How can you think, Peter, that I would be away when they came? As if I could do such a thing?”
"They would find Uncle at home,” he answered with a snarling voice.
But at this moment the grandfather’s stentorian voice was heard. "Why is the army not marching forward? Is it the field-marshal who is missing or some of the troops?”
Whereupon Peter turned and went off, swinging his stick round so that it whistled through the air, and the goats, who understood the signal, started at full trot for their mountain pasture, Peter following in their wake.
Since Heidi had been back with her grandfather things came now and then into her mind of which she had never thought in former days. So now, with great exertion, she put her bed in order every morning, patting and stroking it till she had got it perfectly smooth and flat. Then she went about the room downstairs, put each chair back in its place, and if she found anything lying about she put it in the cupboard. After that she fetched a duster, climbed on a chair, and rubbed the table till it shone again. When the grandfather came in later he would look round well pleased and say to himself, "We look like Sunday every day now; Heidi did not go abroad for nothing.”
After Peter had departed and she and her grandfather had breakfasted, Heidi began her daily work as usual, but she did
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