SUNDAY WHEN THE CHURCH BELLS RING 203
The grandfather was silent for a while. Then he said to himself, following his own thoughts: —
"And if it is so, then it is so; no one can go back, and whomever God has forgotten, He has forgotten."
" Oh, no, grandfather; one can go back ; that I know, too, from the grandmamma; and then it says so in the beautiful story in my book ; but you don't know about that; we are almost home, and you shall see how beautiful the story is."
Heidi, in her eagerness to get home, hurried faster and faster the last part of the way, and they had scarcely reached the top when she let go her grandfather's hand and ran into the hut. Her grandfather had put half of the things from the trunk into a basket, for the entire trunk was too heavy for him to carry. He now took the basket from his back and then sat down on the bench and became absorbed in thought. Heidi came running out again, with her big book under her arm.
" Oh, this is good, grandfather, that you are already sitting down here " ; and with one bound Heidi was by his side and had found her story, for she had read it so often over and over again, that the book opened of itself at the place. Heidi then read with great feeling about the Prodigal Son.
"Isn't that a beautiful story, grandfather?" asked Heidi, when he sat in silence and she had expected him to be delighted and surprised.
"Yes, Heidi, the story is beautiful," said her grandfather ; but his face was so serious that Heidi became quite still and looked at her pictures. She quietly