AT HOME WITH GRANDFATHER
nooks and corners to find out where it would be pleasantest to sleep. In the corner near her grandfather’s bed she saw a short ladder against the wall; up she climbed and found herself in the hay loft. There lay a large heap of fresh, sweet-smelling hay, while through a round window in the wall she could see right down the valley.
“I shall sleep up here, grandfather,” she called down to him, “It’s lovely, up here. Come up and see how lovely it is!”
“Oh, I know all about it,” he called up in answer.
“I am getting the bed ready now,” she called down again, as she went busily to and fro at her work, “but I shall want you to bring me up a sheet; you can’t have a bed without a sheet, you want it to lie upon.”
“All right,” said the grandfather, and presently he went to the cupboard, and after rummaging about inside for a few minutes he drew out a long, coarse piece of stuff, which was all he had to do duty for a sheet. He carried it up to the loft, where he found Heidi had already made quite a nice bed. She had put an extra heap of hay at one end for a pillow, and had so arranged it that, when in bed, she would be able to see comfortably out through the round window.
“That is capital,” said her grandfather; “now we must put on the sheet, but wait a moment first,” and he went and fetched another large bundle of hay to make the bed thicker, so that the child should not feel the hard floor under her—“there, now bring it here.” Heidi had got hold of the sheet, but it was almost too heavy for her to carry; this was a good thing, however, as the close thick stuff would prevent the sharp stalks of the hay running through and pricking her. The two together
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