But what a difference for her now! All, all was changed,--her whole life
from morning till evening; and often, at the thought of her mother, the
tears started into the poor child's eyes, and her heart ached so sadly,
that she felt as if she could go no farther, but must drop down, and
die. But she held herself bravely, for it distressed her cousin Gotti to
see her cry, and his wife scolded more than ever; for she, too, disliked
to see her dull.
The happiest part of the twenty-four hours for Wiseli was when she
climbed into her little bed at night, and had a moment's time to think
about her dear mother in peace.
At this time she always obtained comfort. She thought about her
beautiful dream, and felt perfect confidence that the good God would
find a way for her out of her troubles, as her mother had told her; and
she hoped that her mother was also in heaven, and would pray to God not
to forget her poor little child left alone in the wide world. Then
Wiseli always repeated her hymn, and slept quietly.
So the winter slipped away, and the spring with its sunshine followed.
The trees were green again, and the meadows were gay with primroses and
white anemones, and in the wood the cuckoo sang lustily; and soft, warm
breezes were all abroad, making every heart beat more cheerily; and one
rejoiced that life was still possible.
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