pleased. Naturally she wished that they should stay in the house and
live with her, and Trevillo would gladly have done so. He was fond of
his wife's mother, and he always did as Marie-Seppli wished him to. He
had taken her, however, towards the Maloja in his walks, and they had
together looked down the road where you can see how far it goes winding
down the mountain; and he had told her how every thing was down there
where he was born. So Marie-Seppli got it into her head that she must go
there, and no matter how much her mother worried and fretted, and said
that they could not live there, she still was bent upon going; and
Trevillo himself said that as to living there she need not fear, for he
had a nice little property and a house; but, for his part, he would like
to see a little of the world. But the bride prevailed, and after the
wedding she was all for starting directly down the mountain.

"She wrote to her mother occasionally that it was very nice where they
lived, and that Trevillo was the best of husbands.

"About five or six years later, who should walk into the room where
Anne-Dete was sitting but Trevillo, leading a little boy by the hand. He
said, 'There, mother, this is the only thing I have left of
Marie-Seppli. She lies buried down yonder with her other little
children. This one was her first, and her favorite.'

"This is what my old friend told me. Then he threw himself down on the
bench where he had first seen his wife, saying that he should like to
make his home there with her and the boy, if she had no objection, for
down below it was not possible for him to continue to live. This was joy
and sorrow at the same time for Anne-Dete.

"Little Rico was then about four years old,--a quiet, thoughtful boy,