"Do not you believe it too, father, now that you know that in my dream
my mother showed me my road to your garden?"
Andrew could not answer. Big tears rolled down his face, but he smiled
all the time that he wept. When, at last, he opened his mouth to speak,
there came such a terrible knocking at the door, that nothing else could
be heard. Open flew the door, and Otto was in the middle of the room
with one leap; then he jumped over a chair, and shouted, "Hurrah! we
have won, and Wiseli is delivered." Pussy came in behind him, ran at
once to her friend, and said, pointing towards the door,--
"Now, Andrew, you will see what is coming for you, to celebrate your
recovery."
Scarcely had she spoken, than the baker's boy came struggling through
the doorway with a big tray upon his head that could scarcely come
through. A good push from behind, however, helped him along, and he put
the tray down on the table. Otto and Pussy had ordered the biggest cake,
to be made at the baker's, that was ever known; and as it would not have
been very large if it were round, they ordered it square, and it quite
filled the oven when it was baked. Old Trine stood behind the baker's
boy, and her big basket was at her feet. She had brought, among other
delicacies, a bottle of good wine; for Mrs. Ritter declared that Andrew
had, in all probability, not eaten a morsel since breakfast, and Wiseli
was probably fasting also; and the child remembered the fact, now that
she saw the feast that Trine spread upon the table.
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