So the Organ-Sunday, which had begun so hostilely, ended quite peacefully.

CHAPTER IX

A Secret that is Kept

When on the next morning the pastor’s family was at breakfast, the pastor arranged that Erick should not go with the other three to school, since he belonged to the school in Lower Wood and it was now too far to go there.  When the other three had gone, then Erick should come to him in his study.  So it was decided, and when Erick came into the study the pastor pointed to a seat and said:  “Now sit down in front of me”—­for he himself sat on the large sofa—­“look into my eyes, and tell me everything from the beginning and exactly what happened yesterday before you came into church, also what you intended to do, for I have heard all kinds of things.”

Erick looked with his large, bright blue eyes straight into the pastor’s, and told everything from the beginning:  how he was going to be auctioned and did not want to be, what Churi had promised him, how he then had gone with them, also how the others had brought large baskets to put grapes in, but he did not know where they were to get the grapes.  The pastor, however, now knew everything, for Sally had reported how the Mayor was expecting his grape-thieves again and how he was going to receive them.  It was now quite plain, as one had always suspected, that the same crowd, the Middle Lotters, under Churi’s lead, had plundered the vineyard.

“Erick,” said the pastor earnestly, “you want to be an honorable man and you mean it seriously so far as you understand the word, I have seen that; but that is not the way which will lead you there.  See, you can understand, that you have made friends with a crowd of boys who are on no good road; for, to run about wild on Sunday, when the bells call to church, and to be obliged to hide behind barns from nice people,—­you did not learn that from your mother, did you, Erick?”

Erick had to lower his open eyes and answered very low:  “No.”

“But worse things turn up if one goes with bad boys,” the pastor continued.  “Through them, one often comes where one never wanted to come.  See, if you had not been saved from it through your mother’s song which you heard, you would have been caught with the others in the vineyard as a thief, and punished as such.  Well, Erick, if your mother should have had to hear that!”

Erick had grown dark red in the face.  He was silent for some time, visibly from fear and perplexity, then he asked timidly:  “Can I no longer grow to be an honorable man?”

“Yes, indeed, Erick,” said the pastor now kindly, “that you can.  You know now on what road one cannot go; think of that and keep yourself far from bad companions.  And now I will tell you how you can become a man of honor.  Do you remember how the verse in your mother’s song goes, which begins: 

    “’Thy Zion scatters palms
     And greening twigs for Thee,
     But I in glorious psalms
     Will lift my soul to Thee!’”