and comfort during the long, lonely hours which she had endured. Klara was not in the habit of arguing, and she knew very well that her papa was denying her only what would lead to ill, and therefore ought not to be. She choked down her sobs and took refuge in the only hope remaining. She seized her good friend's hand, stroked it, and said entreatingly : —
" Oh, please, doctor, you will go to Heidi, won't you ? and then come and tell me about everything up there, and what Heidi is doing, and her grandfather and Peter and the goats; I know them all so well. And then you must take what I want to send to Heidi; I have thought it all out; and something for the grandmother, too. Please, doctor, do go; and while you are gone I will truly take all the cod-liver oil you prescribe."
Whether this promise decided the matter or not we do not know, but suppose it must be so, for the doctor smiled and said : —
" Then I must certainly go, Klarchen, for you will grow round and strong as papa and I would like to have you. When must I start ? Have you decided that, too ?"
"Certainly; to-morrow early, doctor," replied Klara.
"Yes, she is right," said her father; "the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and no time is to be lost, for it is a shame not to be enjoying such a day in the Alps."
The doctor had to laugh.
" Next thing you will be reproaching me for not being there already, Sesemann, so I shall do well to get away."