At first I thought it might be
you, and--it is true, I did not hear you enter until later. Are you
sure, Wiseli, that Andrew the carpenter was the person who went out from
our door?"
Wiseli was sure of her affair, and told her mother exactly how the coat
and how the cap looked that Andrew wore, and how frightened he was when
she almost ran into him; so that, at last, she convinced the good woman,
who said softly, as if to herself, "Yes, it must be Andrew; he knows
what I like best."
"Now I remember something else, mother," cried Wiseli, quite excitedly.
"Now I know for sure who once placed a big pot of honey in the
kitchen,--you remember how much you liked that,--and then the
apple-cakes a day or two ago,--do not you remember? You wished to send
your thanks by Trine when she brought you something from the colonel's
kitchen, and she said that she knew nothing at all about them. Now I am
sure that Andrew the carpenter brought them, and secretly placed them in
the kitchen for you."
"Now I believe so, also," said her mother, and softly wiped her eyes.
"There is nothing sad about it, mother," said Wiseli, rather shocked to
see how often her mother kept wiping her eyes.
"You must thank him for me, Wiseli: I cannot. Tell him that I send him
my thanks for all the goodness he has shown me,--he has always been kind
to me.
Pages:
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175