Pussy screamed, and cried a little;
partly out of pity for Wiseli, and partly from disappointment that she
could not now carry out her little plan of being able to sit up later in
the evenings.
But this excitement was at last quieted down, like every other, by time;
and the days rolled on in their wonted manner.
In the meantime Wiseli has become somewhat accustomed to the life in her
cousin Gotti's house. For one thing, her bed had come; and she no longer
slept on the bench by the stove, but in a little place partitioned off
from the passage between her cousin's room and that of the boys. There
was just room enough in this little place for her bed, and a little
chest, in which she placed her clothes, and upon which she had to climb
when she wished to get into her bed; for there was no space between.
She was obliged to go to the well when she washed; and, if it was very
cold, then her cousin's wife said she could give up washing for that
day, and do it on another when it was warmer. Now Wiseli was not used to
this style of thing at all. Her mother had taught her that cleanliness
was absolutely necessary; and Wiseli would have frozen rather than to
look untidy, and, therefore, displease her mother. To be sure, every
thing was different for her at home; for she washed and dressed herself
in her mother's room always; and many a loving word they exchanged until
the coffee was on the table, and they sat down together, and ate their
breakfast happily, before Wiseli started off for school.
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