Max was not in the least sleepy, however. All this story of poor Wisi
had awakened in him such lively recollections of his childhood, that
he wanted to talk about many other events and people; but his sister
was not to be persuaded. She took her bed-candle, and insisted upon
going to bed.
There was nothing to be done but to awaken his brother-in-law, which he
did with such a tremendous thump on the back, that the colonel sprang up
with the feeling that he had been struck by an enemy's bomb-shell. But
Max tapped him kindly on the shoulder, saying, "It is only a gentle
warning from your wife that we must all beat a retreat." This was
accomplished, and soon the house on the height stood quietly in the
moonlight; and half way down the hill stood another house, where it
would soon be silent, too, though a still feeble light glimmered there,
casting a pale shadow through the little window out into the brilliant
moonlit night.
CHAPTER III.
ALSO AT HOME.
At the same time that the colonel's children were going home, the
little Wiseli ran along down the hill as fast as she could scamper, for
she knew she had remained away longer than her mother liked that she
should, and she very rarely did any thing of the kind. This evening had
been one of such unusual pleasure for her that she had quite forgotten
to go home at the usual time, and therefore ran all the faster, and so
almost fell against a man, in her haste, who came out of the door of
their cottage as she was rushing in.
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