BY
JOHANNA SPYRI (Author of "Heidi" & "Cornelli.")
Translated by LOUISE BROOKS
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers New York
CONTENTS
VOLUME I
CHAPTER I. AT THE COUNTRY-HOUSE ON THE RHINE
CHAPTER II. IN THE DOCTOR'S HOUSE AT BUCHBERG
CHAPTER III. IN THE VILLAGE AND IN THE SCHOOL
CHAPTER IV. FARTHER PROCEEDINGS AT BUCHBERG
CHAPTER V. ON OAK-RIDGE
CHAPTER VI. AUNTY IS IN DEMAND AGAIN
CHAPTER VII. WHAT OSCAR FOUNDED AND WHAT EMMA PLANNED
CHAPTER VIII. AT SUNSET
CHAPTER IX. A LAST JOURNEY AND A FIRST
VOLUME II
CHAPTER I. THE NEW HOME
CHAPTER II. A JOURNEY
CHAPTER III. ON THE BEAUTIFUL RHINE
CHAPTER IV. IN THE FISHERMAN'S HUT
CHAPTER V. GREAT PREPARATIONS
CHAPTER VI. ANXIETY AT ROSEMOUNT
CHAPTER VII. AN UNEXPECTED TERMINATION
CHAPTER VIII. THE HAPPY END
GRITLI'S CHILDREN
VOLUME ONE
CHAPTER I.
AT THE COUNTRY-HOUSE ON THE RHINE.
The golden sunshine of a glorious June morning flooded the roses of thebeautiful garden that surrounded a handsome stone villa on the banks ofthe Rhine. A thousand sweet perfumes borne upon the gentle breezemounted like incense to the open windows, and sought entrance there.From a great basin in the middle of the garden, a slender shaft of waterrose straight up into the blue sky, and then fell plashing back,sprinkling the flowers and the grass with sparkling moisture. Gaybutterflies fluttered hither and thither, sipping sweets from thehoney-laden flowers. Under the trees stood marble statues gleaming whitethrough the shadows; and seats in sheltered nooks invited the loitererto rest and listen to the concert of the myriad birds that made theirhappy homes in this paradise of summer beauty.
At the closed window of one of the upper rooms of this delightful housesat a little maiden, pressing her pale face against the wide, clearglass, as she peered out with longing eyes over the roses, toward thewavering fountain, and into the depths of the trees, whose gracefulbranches stirred in the light breeze. Her gaze passed over the shiningflowers and the green terraces of the sunny garden, and rested far awayon the glistening waves of the fast-flowing Rhine, that ran past thefoot of the garden, bathing caressingly the long over-hanging branchesof the old