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 “But how about the bed?” said her grandfather. “It would be nice for you to have a proper bed, and there would then be plenty for the bread.”

But Heidi gave her grandfather no peace till he consented to do what she wanted; she slept a great deal better, she said, on her bed of hay than on her fine pillowed bed in Frankfurt. So at last he said, “The money is yours, do what you like with it; you can buy bread for grandmother for years to come with it.”

Heidi shouted for joy at the thought that grandmother would never need any more to eat hard black bread, and “Oh, grandfather!” she said, “everything is happier now than it has ever been in our lives before!” and she sang and skipped along, holding her grandfather’s hand as light-hearted as a bird. But all at once she grew quiet and said, “If God had let me come at once, as I prayed, then everything would have been different, I should only have had a little bread to bring to grandmother, and I should not have been able to read, which is such a comfort to her; but God has arranged it all so much better than I knew how to; everything has happened just as the other grandmother said it would. Oh, how glad I am that God did not let me have at once all I prayed and wept for! And now I shall always pray to God as she told me, and always thank Him, and when He does not do anything I ask for I shall think to myself, It’s just like it was in Frankfurt: God, I am sure, is going to do something better still. So we will pray every day, won’t we, grandfather, and never forget Him again, or else He may forget us.

“And supposing one does forget Him?” said the grandfather in a low voice.