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The Story Of A Young Orphan In Switzerland

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to go with Peter and the goats to the pasture, to the flowers, and up to the robber-bird, where there were so many things to do, with all the different goats; but still her grandfather's hammering and sawing and car­pentering were very interesting to Heidi. It pleased her that he was just preparing the pretty round goat cheeses. Since she had to stay at home, it was particu­larly delightful to watch the remarkable operations of her grandfather as he bared both arms and stirred the cheese in the big kettle.
But more attractive than all else to Heidi on such windy days was the roaring and rushing in the three old fir trees behind the hut. Wherever she happened to be, she had to run to them every little while, for nothing was so fascinating and wonderful as this deep, mysterious sound up in the tree-tops. Heidi would stand under them and listen ; she was never tired of seeing and hearing how the wind roared and rocked the trees with such might.
The sun was no longer hot, as in summer, and Heidi brought out her shoes and stockings and also her little coat; for it grew cooler and cooler. When she stood under the fir trees the wind blew through her as if she were a thin leaf, but she kept running back again and could not stay in the house when she heard the wind.
Then it grew cold, and Peter breathed on his hands when he came early in the morning, but not for long, for suddenly one night a deep snow fell. When the sun rose, the whole Aim was white, and not a single green leaf was to be seen anywhere about.
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