Maezli - A Story of the Swiss Valleys by Johanna Spyri
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that he will do more and more evil and become more terribly unhappy all
the time." "I'll look out, too, now if I can hear the voice," was Mäzli's resolution. "The chief thing is to follow the voice, Mäzli," said the mother. "But we must be quiet now. Say your prayers, darling, then you will soon go to sleep." Mäzli said her little prayer very devoutly. As there was nothing more to trouble her, she lay down and was half asleep as soon as her mother closed the door behind her. She was still expected at four other little beds. Every one of the children had a problem to bring to her, but there was so little time left to-day that they had to be put off till to-morrow. In fact, they were all glad to make a little sacrifice for their beloved uncle. When she came back into the room, she found him hurrying impatiently up and down. He could hardly wait to make his sister the announcement to which he had already referred several times. "Are you coming at last?" he called to her. "Are you not a bit curious what present I have brought you?" "Oh, Philip, I am sure it can only be a joke," Mrs. Maxa replied. "I should love to know what you meant when you spoke of the children of Wallerstätten." "It happens to be one and the same thing," the brother replied. "Come |
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