See how it sparkles!" Her mother took the bottle, and smelled at it.
"Oh!" she said, smelling again, "it is like fresh, wild strawberries.
Give me some water, quickly, Wiseli; I must drink." The child poured
some of the red syrup into a glass, and filled it with water, which her
mother swallowed eagerly, as one parched with thirst. "You do not know
how refreshing it is, child," as she handed back the empty glass. "Put
it away, Wiseli, but not far. It seems to me as if I could drink it all
the time, I am so thirsty. Who brought me this refreshment, Wiseli: do
you know? It must be from Trine: she brought it from the colonel's."
"Did Trine come in here, mother?" asked the child.
"No; I have not seen her at all," said her mother.
"Then it is not Trine, I am sure," said Wiseli, decidedly. "She always
comes into the room when she brings anything for you. But Andrew the
carpenter came today: did not he bring this with him?"
"What, Wiseli," said her mother, very eagerly, "what are you saying?
Andrew the carpenter never came to see me: what made you think of that?"
"He was here, certainly; certainly he was here within this house. He
went out of the door so quickly that I almost ran into him. Did you not
hear him at all?"
Her mother was quiet for a long time without speaking; then she said, "I
did hear the kitchen door softly opened.
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