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       Johanna Spyri

      HEIDI

      (With Original Illustrations)

      Classic of Children's Literature

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-7583-999-2

      Table of Contents

       Part I. Heidi's Years of Learning and Travel

       I. GOING UP TO THE ALM-UNCLE

       II. WITH THE GRANDFATHER

       III. ON THE PASTURE

       IV. IN THE GRANDMOTHER'S HUT

       V. TWO VISITORS

       VI. A NEW CHAPTER WITH NEW THINGS

       VII. MISS ROTTENMEIER HAS AN UNCOMFORTABLE DAY

       VIII. GREAT DISTURBANCES IN THE SESEMANN HOUSE

       IX. THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE HEARS OF STRANGE DOINGS

       X. A GRANDMAMA

       XI. HEIDI GAINS IN SOME RESPECTS AND LOSES IN OTHERS

       XII. THE SESEMANN HOUSE IS HAUNTED

       XIII. UP THE ALP ON A SUMMER EVENING

       XIV. ON SUNDAY WHEN THE CHURCH BELLS RING

       Part II. Heidi Makes Use of Her Experience

       XV. PREPARATIONS FOR A JOURNEY

       XVI. A GUEST ON THE ALP

       XVII. RETALIATION

       XVIII. WINTER IN THE VILLAGE

       XIX. WINTER STILL CONTINUES

       XX. NEWS FROM DISTANT FRIENDS

       XXI. OF FURTHER EVENTS ON THE ALP

       XXII. SOMETHING UNEXPECTED HAPPENS

       XXIII. PARTING TO MEET AGAIN

      WAVING HER HAND AND LOOKING AFTER HER DEPARTING FRIEND TILL HE SEEMED NO BIGGER THAN A LITTLE DOT

      Part I

       Heidi's Years of Learning and Travel

       Table of Contents

      I

       GOING UP TO THE ALM-UNCLE

       Table of Contents

      The little old town of Mayenfeld is charmingly situated. From it a footpath leads through green, well-wooded stretches to the foot of the heights which look down imposingly upon the valley. Where the footpath begins to go steeply and abruptly up the Alps, the heath, with its short grass and pungent herbage, at once sends out its soft perfume to meet the wayfarer.

      One bright sunny morning in June, a tall, vigorous maiden of the mountain region climbed up the narrow path, leading a little girl by the hand. The youngster's cheeks were in such a glow that it showed even through her sun-browned skin. Small wonder though! for in spite of the heat, the little one, who was scarcely five years old, was bundled up as if she had to brave a bitter frost. Her shape was difficult to distinguish, for she wore two dresses, if not three, and around her shoulders a large red cotton shawl. With her feet encased in heavy hob-nailed boots, this hot and shapeless little person toiled up the mountain.

      The pair had been climbing for about an hour when they reached a hamlet half-way up the great mountain named the Alm. This hamlet was called "Im Dörfli" or "The Little Village." It was the elder girl's home town, and therefore she was greeted from nearly every house; people called to her from windows and doors, and very often from the road. But, answering questions and calls as she went by, the girl did not loiter on her way and only stood still when she reached the end of the hamlet. There a few cottages lay scattered about, from the furthest of which a voice called out to her through an open door: "Deta, please wait one moment! I am coming with you, if you are going further up."

      When the girl stood still to wait, the child instantly let go her hand and promptly sat down on the ground.

      "Are you tired, Heidi?" Deta asked the child.

      "No, but hot," she replied.

      "We shall be up in an hour, if you take big steps and climb with all your little might!" Thus the elder girl tried to encourage her small companion.

      A stout, pleasant-looking woman stepped out of the house and joined the two. The child had risen and wandered behind the old acquaintances, who immediately started gossiping about their friends in the neighborhood and the people of the hamlet generally.

      "Where are you taking the child, Deta?" asked the newcomer. "Is she the child your sister left?"

      "Yes," Deta assured her; "I am taking her up to the Alm-Uncle and there I want her to remain."

      "You can't really mean to take her there Deta. You must have lost your senses, to go to him. I am sure the old man will show you the door and won't even listen to what you say."

      "Why