was heard from her. This means took effect. Heidi did not cry again, no matter what she read; but many a time she had to make such an effort to control herself and not scream out, that Klara often said, quite surprised : —
" Heidi, you are making the most frightful faces I ever saw! "
But the faces made no sound and did not offend Dame Rottenmeier, and when Heidi had overcome her attack of desperate sadness everything went on in the old way and passed along quietly. But Heidi lost her appetite and was so thin and pale that Sebastian could hardly bear to look on and see how the child let the nicest dishes pass by untouched. He often whispered to her encouragingly when he passed her something : —
" Take some of it, Mamsell, it is fine. Not such a little! A good spoonful, and another!" But his fatherly advice did no good. Heidi ate almost nothing at all, and at night when she lay down on her pillow everything at home instantly came before her eyes, and then, out of homesickness, she wept in her pillow very softly, so that no one might hear her.
A long time passed in this way. Heidi scarcely knew whether it was summer or winter, for the walls and windows, which were the only things to be seen from the Sesemann house, always looked the same, and she went out only when Klara was particularly well, and could be taken for a drive in the carriage; and this was always very short, for Klara could not