did not look as if it would rather stay there, but pressed close to Moni and felt that it was under the best protection, for Moni had for a long time treated it better and more kindly than its own mother.
But when Moni came near his grandmother’s with Mäggerli on his shoulders, she didn’t know at all what to make of it, and although Moni called from a distance:
“She belongs to me, Grandmother, she belongs to me!” she didn’t understand for some time what he meant. But Moni couldn’t explain to her yet; he ran to the shed, and there right next to Brownie, so that it wouldn’t be afraid, he made Mäggerli a fine, soft bed of fresh straw, and laid it down, saying:
“There, Mäggerli, now sleep well in your new home! You must always have this; every day I will make you a new bed!”
Then Moni came back directly to his wondering grandmother, and while they sat together at their supper, he told her the whole story from the very beginning about his three days so full of trouble, and the happy ending to-day.
The grandmother listened very quietly and attentively and when he came to the end, she said earnestly:
“Moni, you must remember what has happened
