Kabanata Kabanata 13 · A SUMMER EVENING ON THE MOUNTAIN

. A SUMMER EVENING ON THE MOUNTAIN

Herr Sesemann, a good deal irritated and excited, went quickly

upstairs and along the passage to Fraulein Rottenmeier's room,

and there gave such an unusually loud knock at the door that the

lady awoke from sleep with a cry of alarm. She heard the master

of the house calling to her from the other side of the door,

"Please make haste and come down to me in the dining-room; we

must make ready for a journey at once." Fraulein Rottenmeier

looked at her clock: it was just half-past four; she had never

got up so early before in her life. What could have happened?

What with her curiosity and excitement she took hold of

everything the wrong way, and it was a case with her of more

haste less speed, for she kept on searching everywhere for

garments which she had already put on.

Meanwhile Herr Sesemann had gone on farther and rung the bells

in turn which communicated with the several servants' rooms,

causing frightened figures to leap out of bed, convinced that the

ghost had attacked the master and that he was calling for help.

One by one they made their appearance in the dining-room, each

with a more terrified face than the last, and were astonished to

see their master walking up and down, looking well and cheerful,

and with no appearance of having had an encounter with a ghost.

John was sent off without delay to get the horses and carriage

ready; Tinette was ordered to wake Heidi and get her dressed for

a journey; Sebastian was hurried off to the house where Dete was

in service to bring the latter round. Then Fraulein Rottenmeier,

having at last accomplished her toilet, came down, with

everything well adjusted about her except her cap, which was put

on hind side before. Herr Sesemann put down her flurried

appearance to the early awakening he had caused her, and began

without delay to give her directions. She was to get out a trunk

at once and pack up all the things belonging to the Swiss child--

for so he usually spoke of Heidi, being unaccustomed to her name--

and a good part of Clara's clothes as well, so that the child

might take home proper apparel; but everything was to be done

immediately, as there was no time for consideration.

Fraulein Rottenmeier stood as if rooted to the spot and stared

in astonishment at Herr Sesemann. She had quite expected a long

and private account of some terrible ghostly experience of his

during the night, which she would have enjoyed hearing about in

the broad daylight. Instead of this there were these prosaic and

troublesome directions, which were so unexpected that she took

some time to get over her surprise and disappointment, and

continued standing awaiting further explanation.

But Herr Sesemann had no thought or time for explanations and

left her standing there while he went to speak to Clara. As he

anticipated, the unusual commotion in the house had disturbed

her, and she was lying and listening and wondering what had

happened. So he sat down and told her everything that had

occurred during the past night, and explained that the doctor

had given his verdict and pronounced Heidi to be in a very highly

strung state, so that her nightly wanderings might gradually

lead her farther and farther, perhaps even on to the roof, which

of course would be very dangerous for her. And so they had

decided to send her home at once, as he did not like to take the

responsibility of her remaining, and Clara would see for herself

that it was the only thing to do. Clara was very much

distressed, and at first made all kinds of suggestions for

keeping Heidi with her; but her father was firm, and promised

her, if she would be reasonable and make no further fuss, that he

would take her to Switzerland next summer. So Clara gave in to

the inevitable, only stipulating that the box might be brought

into her room to be packed, so that she might add whatever she

liked, and her father was only too pleased to let her provide a

nice outfit for the child. Meanwhile Dete had arrived and was

waiting in the hall, wondering what extraordinary event had come

to pass for her to be sent for at such an unusual hour. Herr

Sesemann informed her of the state Heidi was in, and that he

wished her that very day to take her home. Dete was greatly

disappointed, for she had not expected such a piece of news. She

remembered Uncle's last words, that he never wished to set eyes

on her again, and it seemed to her that to take back the child to

him, after having left it with him once and then taken it away

again, was not a safe or wise thing for her to do. So she excused

herself to Herr Sesemann with her usual flow of words; to-day and

to-morrow it would be quite impossible for her to take the

journey, and there was so much to do that she doubted if she

could get off on any of the following days. Herr Sesemann

understood that she was unwilling to go at all, and so dismissed

her. Then he sent for Sebastian and told him to make ready to

start: he was to travel with the child as far as Basle that day,

and the next day take her home. He would give him a letter to

carry to the grandfather, which would explain everything, and he

himself could come back by return.

"But there is one thing in particular which I wish you to look

after," said Herr Sesemann in conclusion, "and be sure you

attend to what I say. I know the people of this hotel in Basle,

the name of which I give you on this card. They will see to

providing rooms for the child and you. When there, go at once

into the child's room and see that the windows are all firmly

fastened so that they cannot be easily opened. After the child is

in bed, lock the door of her room on the outside, for the child

walks in her sleep and might run into danger in a strange house

if she went wandering downstairs and tried to open the front

door; so you understand?"

"Oh! then that was it?" exclaimed Sebastian, for now a light was

thrown on the ghostly visitations.

"Yes, that was it! and you are a coward, and you may tell John

he is the same, and the whole household a pack of idiots." And

with this Herr Sesemann went off to his study to write a letter

to Alm-Uncle. Sebastian remained standing, feeling rather

foolish.

"If only I had not let that fool of a John drag me back into the

room, and had gone after the little white figure, which I should

do certainly if I saw it now!" he kept on saying to himself; but

just now every corner of the room was clearly visible in the

daylight.

Meanwhile Heidi was standing expectantly dressed in her Sunday

frock waiting to see what would happen next, for Tinette had

only woke her up with a shake and put on her clothes without a

word of explanation. The little uneducated child was far too much

beneath her for Tinette to speak to.

Herr Sesemann went back to the dining-room with the letter;

breakfast was now ready, and he asked, "Where is the child?"

Heidi was fetched, and as she walked up to him to say "Good-

morning," he looked inquiringly into her face and said, "Well,

what do you say to this, little one?"

Heidi looked at him in perplexity.

"Why, you don't know anything about it, I see," laughed Herr

Sesemann. "You are going home today, going at once."

"Home," murmured Heidi in a low voice, turning pale; she was so

overcome that for a moment or two she could hardly breathe.

"Don't you want to hear more about it?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" exclaimed Heidi, her face now rosy with delight.

"All right, then," said Herr Sesemann as he sat down and made

her a sign to do the same, "but now make a good breakfast, and

then off you go in the carriage."

But Heidi could not swallow a morsel though she tried to do what

she was told; she was in such a state of excitement that she

hardly knew if she was awake or dreaming, or if she would again

open her eyes to find herself in her nightgown at the front

door.

"Tell Sebastian to take plenty of provisions with him," Herr

Sesemann called out to Fraulein Rottenmeier, who just then came

into the room; "the child can't eat anything now, which is quite

natural. Now run up to Clara and stay with her till the carriage

comes round," he added kindly, turning to Heidi.

Heidi had been longing for this, and ran quickly upstairs. An

immense trunk was standing open in the middle of the room.

"Come along, Heidi," cried Clara, as she entered; "see all the

things I have had put in for you--aren't you pleased?"

And she ran over a list of things, dresses and aprons and

handkerchiefs, and all kinds of working materials. "And look

here," she added, as she triumphantly held up a basket. Heidi

peeped in and jumped for joy, for inside it were twelve

beautiful round white rolls, all for grandmother. In their

delight the children forgot that the time had come for them to

separate, and when some one called out, "The carriage is here,"

there was no time for grieving.

Heidi ran to her room to fetch her darling book; she knew no one

could have packed that, as it lay under her pillow, for Heidi

had kept it by her night and day. This was put in the basket with

the rolls. Then she opened her wardrobe to look for another

treasure, which perhaps no one would have thought of packing--and

she was right--the old red shawl had been left behind, Fraulein

Rottenmeier not considering it worth putting in with the other

things. Heidi wrapped it round something else which she laid on

the top of the basket, so that the red package was quite

conspicuous. Then she put on her pretty hat and left the room.

The children could not spend much time over their farewells, for

Herr Sesemann was waiting to put Heidi in the carriage. Fraulein

Rottenmeier was waiting at the top of the stairs to say good-bye

to her. When she caught sight of the strange little red bundle,

she took it out of the basket and threw it on the ground. "No,

no, Adelaide," she exclaimed, "you cannot leave the house with

that thing. What can you possibly want with it!" And then she

said good-bye to the child. Heidi did not dare take up her

little bundle, but she gave the master of the house an imploring

look, as if her greatest treasure had been taken from her.

"No, no," said Herr Sesemann in a very decided voice, "the child

shall take home with her whatever she likes, kittens and

tortoises, if it pleases her; we need not put ourselves out

about that, Fraulein Rottenmeier."

Heidi quickly picked up her bundle, with a look of joy and

gratitude. As she stood by the carriage door, Herr Sesemann gave

her his hand and said he hoped she would remember him and Clara.

He wished her a happy journey, and Heidi thanked him for all his

kindness, and added, "And please say good-bye to the doctor for

me and give him many, many thanks." For she had not forgotten

that he had said to her the night before, 'It will be all right

to-morrow,' and she rightly divined that he had helped to make

it so for her. Heidi was now lifted into the carriage, and then

the basket and the provisions were put in, and finally Sebastian

took his place. Then Herr Sesemann called out once more, "A

pleasant journey to you," and the carriage rolled away.

Heidi was soon sitting in the railway carriage, holding her

basket tightly on her lap; she would not let it out of her hands

for a moment, for it contained the delicious rolls for

grandmother; so she must keep it carefully, and even peep inside

it from time to time to enjoy the sight of them. For many hours

she sat as still as a mouse; only now was she beginning to

realize that she was going home to the grandfather, the

mountain, the grandmother, and Peter, and pictures of all she was

going to see again rose one by one before her eyes; she thought

of how everything would look at home, but this brought other

thoughts to her mind, and all of a sudden she said anxiously,

"Sebastian, are you sure that grandmother on the mountain is not

dead?"

"No, no," said Sebastian, wishing to soothe her, "we will hope

not; she is sure to be alive still."

Then Heidi fell back on her own thoughts again. Now and then she

looked inside the basket, for the thing she looked forward to

most was laying all the rolls out on grandmother's table. After

a long silence she spoke again, "If only we could know for

certain that grandmother is alive!"

"Yes, yes," said Sebastian, half asleep; "she is sure to be

alive, there is no reason why she should be dead."

After a while sleep fell on Heidi too, and after her disturbed

night and early rising she slept so soundly that she did not

wake till Sebastian shook her by the arm and called to her, "Wake

up, wake up! we shall have to get out directly; we are just in

Basle!"

There was a further railway journey of many hours the next day.

Heidi again sat with her basket on her knee, for she would not

have given it up to Sebastian on any consideration; to-day she

never even opened her mouth, for her excitement, which increased

with every mile of the journey, kept her speechless. All of a

sudden, before Heidi expected it, a voice called out,

"Mayenfeld." She and Sebastian both jumped up, the latter also

taken by surprise. In another minute they were both standing on

the platform with Heidi's trunk, and the train was steaming away

down the valley. Sebastian looked after it regretfully, for he

preferred the easier mode of travelling to a wearisome climb on

foot, especially as there was danger no doubt as well as fatigue

in a country like this, where, according to Sebastian's idea,

everything and everybody were half savage. He therefore looked

cautiously to either side to see who was a likely person to ask

the safest way to Dorfli.

Just outside the station he saw a shabby-looking little cart and

horse which a broad-shouldered man was loading with heavy sacks

that had been brought by the train, so he went up to him and

asked which was the safest way to get to Dorfli.

"All the roads about here are safe," was the curt reply.

So Sebastian altered his question and asked which was the best

way to avoid falling over the precipice, and also how a box

could be conveyed to Dorfli. The man looked at the box, weighing

it with his eye, and then volunteered if it was not too heavy to

take it on his own cart, as he was driving to Dorfli. After some

little interchange of words it was finally agreed that the man

should take both the child and the box to Dorfli, and there find

some one who could be sent on with Heidi up the mountain.

"I can go by myself, I know the way well from Dorfli," put in

Heidi, who had been listening attentively to the conversation.

Sebastian was greatly relieved at not having to do any mountain

climbing. He drew Heidi aside and gave her a thick rolled

parcel, and a letter for her grandfather; the parcel, he told

her, was a present from Herr Sesemann, and she must put it at the

bottom of her basket under the rolls and be very careful not to

lose it, as Herr Sesemann would be very vexed if she did, and

never be the same to her again; so little miss was to think well

of what he said.

"I shall be sure not to lose it," said Heidi confidently, and

she at once put the roll and the letter at the bottom of her

basket. The trunk meanwhile had been hoisted into the cart, and

now Sebastian lifted Heidi and her basket on to the high seat and

shook hands with her; he then made signs to her to keep her eye

on the basket, for the driver was standing near and Sebastian

thought it better to be careful, especially as he knew that he

ought himself to have seen the child safely to her journey's

end. The driver now swung himself up beside Heidi, and the cart

rolled away in the direction of the mountains, while Sebastian,

glad of having no tiring and dangerous journey on foot before

him, sat down in the station and awaited the return train.

The driver of the car was the miller at Dorfli and was taking

home his sacks of flour. He had never seen Heidi, but like

everybody in Dorfli knew all about her. He had known her

parents, and felt sure at once that this was the child of whom he

had heard so much. He began to wonder why she had come back, and

as they drove along he entered into conversation with her. "You

are the child who lived with your grandfather, Alm-Uncle, are you

not?"

"Yes."

"Didn't they treat you well down there that you have come back

so soon?"

"Yes, it was not that; everything in Frankfurt is as nice as it

could be."

"Then why are you running home again?"

"Only because Herr Sesemann gave me leave, or else I should not

have come."

"If they were willing to let you stay, why did you not remain

where you were better off than at home?"

"Because I would a thousand times rather be with grandfather on

the mountain than anywhere else in the world."

"You will think differently perhaps when you get back there,"

grumbled the miller; and then to himself, "It's strange of her,

for she must know what it's like."

He began whistling and said no more, while Heidi looked around

her and began to tremble with excitement, for she knew every

tree along the way, and there overhead were the high jagged peaks

of the mountain looking down on her like old friends. And Heidi

nodded back to them, and grew every moment more wild with her

joy and longing, feeling as if she must jump down from the cart

and run with all her might till she reached the top. But she sat

quite still and did not move, although inwardly in such

agitation. The clock was striking five as they drove into

Dorfli. A crowd of women and children immediately surrounded the

cart, for the box and the child arriving with the miller had

excited the curiosity of everybody in the neighborhood,

inquisitive to know whence they came and whither they were going

and to whom they belonged. As the miller lifted Heidi down, she

said hastily, "Thank you, grandfather will send for the trunk,"

and was just going to run off, when first one and then another of

the bystanders caught hold of her, each one having a different

question to put to her. But Heidi pushed her way through them

with such an expression of distress on her face that they were

forced to let her go. "You see," they said to one another, "how

frightened she is, and no wonder," and then they went on to talk

of Alm-Uncle, how much worse he had grown that last year, never

speaking a word and looking as if he would like to kill

everybody he met, and if the child had anywhere else to go to she

certainly would not run back to the old dragon's den. But here

the miller interrupted them, saying he knew more about it than

they did, and began telling them how a kind gentleman had brought

her to Mayenfeld and seen her off, and had given him his fare

without any bargaining, and extra money for himself; what was

more, the child had assured him that she had had everything she

wanted where she had been, and that it was her own wish to return

to her grandfather. This information caused great surprise and

was soon repeated all over Dorfli, and that evening there was not

a house in the place in which the astounding news was not

discussed, of how Heidi had of her own accord given up a

luxurious home to return to her grandfather.

Heidi climbed up the steep path from Dorfli as quickly as she

could; she was obliged, however, to pause now and again to take

breath, for the basket she carried was rather heavy, and the way

got steeper as she drew nearer the top. One thought alone filled

Heidi's mind, "Would she find the grandmother sitting in her

usual corner by the spinning-wheel, was she still alive?" At

last Heidi caught sight of the grandmother's house in the hollow

of the mountain and her heart began to beat; she ran faster and

faster and her heart beat louder and louder--and now she had

reached the house, but she trembled so she could hardly open the

door--and then she was standing inside, unable in her

breathlessness to utter a sound.

"Ah, my God!" cried a voice from the corner, "that was how Heidi

used to run in; if only I could have her with me once again! Who

is there?"

"It's I, I, grandmother," cried Heidi as she ran and flung

herself on her knees beside the old woman, and seizing her

hands, clung to her, unable to speak for joy. And the grandmother

herself could not say a word for some time, so unexpected was

this happiness; but at last she put out her hand and stroked

Heidi's curly hair, and said, "Yes, yes, that is her hair, and

her voice; thank God that He has granted my prayer!" And tears

of joy fell from the blind eyes on to Heidi's hand. "Is it really

you, Heidi; have you really come back to me?"

"Yes, grandmother, I am really here," answered Heidi in a

reassuring voice. "Do not cry, for I have really come back and I

am never going away again, and I shall come every day to see

you, and you won't have any more hard bread to eat for some days,

for look, look!"

And Heidi took the rolls from the basket and piled the whole

twelve up on grandmother's lap.

"Ah, child! child! what a blessing you bring with you!" the old

woman exclaimed, as she felt and seemed never to come to the end

of the rolls. "But you yourself are the greatest blessing,

Heidi," and again she touched the child's hair and passed her

hand over her hot cheeks, and said, "Say something, child, that

I may hear your voice."

Then Heidi told her how unhappy she had been, thinking that the

grandmother might die while she was away and would never have

her white rolls, and that then she would never, never see her

again.

Peter's mother now came in and stood for a moment overcome with

astonishment. "Why, it's Heidi," she exclaimed, "and yet can it

be?"

Heidi stood up, and Brigitta now could not say enough in her

admiration of the child's dress and appearance; she walked round

her, exclaiming all the while, "Grandmother, if you could only

see her, and see what a pretty frock she has on; you would

hardly know her again. And the hat with the feather in it is

yours too, I suppose? Put it on that I may see how you look in

it?"

"No, I would rather not," replied Heidi firmly. "You can have it

if you like; I do not want it; I have my own still." And Heidi

so saying undid her red bundle and took out her own old hat,

which had become a little more battered still during the journey.

But this was no trouble to Heidi; she had not forgotten how her

grandfather had called out to Dete that he never wished to see

her and her hat and feathers again, and this was the reason she

had so anxiously preserved her old hat, for she had never ceased

to think about going home to her grandfather. But Brigitta told

her not to be so foolish as to give it away; she would not think

of taking such a beautiful hat; if Heidi did not want to wear it

she might sell it to the schoolmaster's daughter in Dorfli and

get a good deal of money for it. But Heidi stuck to her

intention and hid the hat quietly in a corner behind the

grandmother's chair. Then she took off her pretty dress and put

her red shawl on over her under-petticoat, which left her arms

bare; and now she clasped the old woman's hand. "I must go home

to grandfather," she said, "but to-morrow I shall come again. Good-

night, grandmother."

"Yes, come again, be sure you come again tomorrow," begged the

grandmother, as she pressed Heidi's hands in hers, unwilling to

let her go.

"Why have you taken off that pretty dress?" asked Brigitta.

"Because I would rather go home to grandfather as I am or else

perhaps he would not know me; you hardly did at first."

Brigitta went with her to the door, and there said in rather a

mysterious voice, "You might have kept on your dress, he would

have known you all right; but you must be careful, for Peter

tells me that Alm-Uncle is always now in a bad temper and never

speaks."

Heidi bid her good-night and continued her way up the mountain,

her basket on her arm. All around her the steep green slopes

shone bright in the evening sun, and soon the great gleaming snow-

field up above came in sight. Heidi was obliged to keep on

pausing to look behind her, for the higher peaks were behind her

as she climbed. Suddenly a warm red glow fell on the grass at

her feet; she looked back again--she had not remembered how

splendid it was, nor seen anything to compare to it in her dreams--

for there the two high mountain peeks rose into the air like two

great flames, the whole snow-field had turned crimson, and rosy-

colored clouds floated in the sky above. The grass upon the

mountain sides had turned to gold, the rocks were all aglow, and

the whole valley was bathed in golden mist. And as Heidi stood

gazing around her at all this splendor the tears ran down her

cheeks for very delight and happiness, and impulsively she put

her hands together, and lifting her eyes to heaven, thanked God

aloud for having brought her home, thanked Him that everything

was as beautiful as ever, more beautiful even than she had

thought, and that it was all hers again once more. And she was so

overflowing with joy and thankfulness that she could not find

words to thank Him enough. Not until the glory began to fade

could she tear herself away. Then she ran on so quickly that in

a very little while she caught sight of the tops of the fir trees

above the hut roof, then the roof itself, and at last the whole

hut, and there was grandfather sitting as in old days smoking

his pipe, and she could see the fir trees waving in the wind.

Quicker and quicker went her little feet, and before Alm-Uncle

had time to see who was coming, Heidi had rushed up to him,

thrown down her basket and flung her arms round his neck, unable

in the excitement of seeing him again to say more than

"Grandfather! grandfather! grandfather!" over and over again.

And the old man himself said nothing. For the first time for

many years his eyes were wet, and he had to pass his hand across

them. Then he unloosed Heidi's arms, put her on his knee, and

after looking at her for a moment, "So you have come back to me,

Heidi," he said, "how is that? You don't look much of a grand

lady. Did they send you away?"

"Oh, no, grandfather," said Heidi eagerly, "you must not think

that; they were all so kind--Clara, and grandmamma, and Herr

Sesemann. But you see, grandfather, I did not know how to bear

myself till I got home again to you. I used to think I should

die, for I felt as if I could not breathe; but I never said

anything because it would have been ungrateful. And then

suddenly one morning quite early Herr Sesemann said to me--but I

think it was partly the doctor's doing--but perhaps it's all in

the letter--" and Heidi jumped down and fetched the roll and the

letter and handed them both to her grandfather.

"That belongs to you," said the latter, laying the roll down on

the bench beside him. Then he opened the letter, read it through

and without a word put it in his pocket.

"Do you think you can still drink milk with me, Heidi?" he

asked, taking the child by the hand to go into the hut. "But

bring your money with you; you can buy a bed and bedclothes and

dresses for a couple of years with it."

"I am sure I do not want it," replied Heidi. "I have got a bed

already, and Clara has put such a lot of clothes in my box that

I shall never want any more."

"Take it and put it in the cupboard; you will want it some day I

have no doubt."

Heidi obeyed and skipped happily after her grandfather into the

house; she ran into all the corners, delighted to see everything

again, and then went up the ladder--but there she came to a

pause and called down in a tone of surprise and distress, "Oh,

grandfather, my bed's gone."

"We can soon make it up again," he answered her from below. "I

did not know that you were coming back; come along now and have

your milk."

Heidi came down, sat herself on her high stool in the old place,

and then taking up her bowl drank her milk eagerly, as if she

had never come across anything so delicious, and as she put down

her bowl, she exclaimed, "Our milk tastes nicer than anything

else in the world, grandfather."

A shrill whistle was heard outside. Heidi darted out like a

flash of lightning. There were the goats leaping and springing

among the rocks, with Peter in their midst. When he caught sight

of Heidi he stood still with astonishment and gazed speechlessly

at her. Heidi called out, "Good-evening, Peter," and then ran in

among the goats. "Little Swan! Little Bear! do you know me

again?" And the animals evidently recognized her voice at once,

for they began rubbing their heads against her and bleating

loudly as if for joy, and as she called the other goats by name

one after the other, they all came scampering towards her helter-

skelter and crowding round her. The impatient Greenfinch sprang

into the air and over two of her companions in order to get

nearer, and even the shy little Snowflake butted the Great Turk

out of her way in quite a determined manner, which left him

standing taken aback by her boldness, and lifting his beard in

the air as much as to say, You see who I am.

Heidi was out of her mind with delight at being among all her

old friends again; she flung her arms round the pretty little

Snowflake, stroked the obstreperous Greenfinch, while she

herself was thrust at from all sides by the affectionate and

confiding goats; and so at last she got near to where Peter was

still standing, not having yet got over his surprise.

"Come down, Peter," cried Heidi, "and say good-evening to me."

"So you are back again?" he found words to say at last, and now

ran down and took Heidi's hand which she was holding out in

greeting, and immediately put the same question to her which he

had been in the habit of doing in the old days when they

returned home in the evening, "Will you come out with me again to-

morrow?"

"Not to-morrow, but the day after perhaps, for to-morrow I must

go down to grandmother."

"I am glad you are back," said Peter, while his whole face

beamed with pleasure, and then he prepared to go on with his

goats; but he never had had so much trouble with them before, for

when at last, by coaxing and threats, he had got them all

together, and Heidi had gone off with an arm over either head of

her grandfather's two, the whole flock suddenly turned and ran

after her. Heidi had to go inside the stall with her two and shut

the door, or Peter would never have got home that night. When

Heidi went indoors after this she found her bed already made up

for her; the hay had been piled high for it and smelt

deliciously, for it had only just been got in, and the

grandfather had carefully spread and tucked in the clean sheets.

It was with a happy heart that Heidi lay down in it that night,

and her sleep was sounder than it had been for a whole year past.

The grandfather got up at least ten times during the night and

mounted the ladder to see if Heidi was all right and showing no

signs of restlessness, and to feel that the hay he had stuffed

into the round window was keeping the moon from shining too

brightly upon her. But Heidi did not stir; she had no need now

to wander about, for the great burning longing of her heart was

satisfied; she had seen the high mountains and rocks alight in

the evening glow, she had heard the wind in the fir trees, she

was at home again on the mountain.