and every day; I do not want it," said Heidi with ready assent; " and I will give you a good part of my bread, too, as I did to-day. But then you must never, never beat Distelfinck, nor Schneehopli, nor any of the goats."
" It's all the same to me," remarked Peter; and this was as good as a promise with him. Then he let the offender go, and the happy Distelfinck leaped high in the air and then bounded back into the flock.
Thus the day had imperceptibly passed away, and the sun was just ready to go down behind the mountains. Heidi sat down on the ground again and silently gazed at the bluebells and the rock-roses glowing in the evening light; and all the grass seemed tinted with gold, and the cliffs above began to gleam and sparkle. Suddenly Heidi jumped up and exclaimed : —
" Peter ! Peter ! it's on fire ! It's on fire ! All the mountains are burning, and the big snow field over there is on fire and the sky ! Oh, see! see! The high cliff is all burning ! Oh, the beautiful fiery snow ! Peter, get up ! See ! the fire reaches up to the robber-bird ! Look at the rocks ! See the fir trees ! Everything, everything is on fire ! "
" It's always so," said Peter good-naturedly, peeling the bark from his rod ; " but it is no fire."
"What is it, then?" asked Heidi, running back and forth in order to look on every side; for she could not see enough, it was so beautiful everywhere.
" What is it, Peter ? what is it ? " cried Heidi again.
"It comes so of itself," explained Peter.