“GOOD-BYE TILL WE MEET AGAIN”
side Uncle in front of the hut, and he was trying to slip by unobserved. But grandmamma had seen and recognized him, and suddenly the thought struck her that it might be Peter who had brought the flowers and that he was now trying to get away unseen, feeling shy about it; but she could not let him go off like that, he must have some little reward.
"Come along, boy; come here, do not be afraid,” she called to him.
Peter stood still, petrified with fear. After all he had gone through that day he felt he had no longer any power of resistance left. All he could think was, “It’s all up with me now. Every hair of his head stood on end, and he stepped forth from behind the fir trees, his face pale and distorted with terror.
“Courage, boy,” said grandmamma in her effort to dispel his shyness, “tell me now straight out without hesitation, was it you who did it?”
Peter did not lift his eyes and therefore did not see at what grandmamma was pointing. But he knew that Uncle was standing at the corner of the hut, fixing him with his gray eyes, while beside him stood the most terrible person that Peter could conceive the police-constable from Frankfurt. Quaking in every limb, and with trembling lips he muttered a low, “Yes.”
“Well, and what is there dreadful about that?” said grandmamma.
“Because—because—it is all broken to pieces and no one can put it together again.” Peter brought out his words with difficulty, and his knees knocked together so that he could hardly stand.
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