At eighteen, Gritli married Heiri, a good-hearted fellow who had long loved her.  But after five years of married life she died, of a rapid consumption; leaving two children, Stefan and Elsli, four and three years old.  It was not long before Heiri found that he needed help in the care of these little ones, and, taking the advice of friends and neighbors, he married Marget, who was recommended to him as specially capable of looking after his house and children.  She proved indeed a good house-keeper; but for ornaments and flowers she had no taste, and she did not see the use of being over particular about neatness either, so that Heiri’s household soon lost the air of refinement which had been noticeable during Gritli’s life.

Marget’s three children did not get by any means the nice care that Fani and Elsli had received from their own mother, and Gritli’s children retained an air of distinction that was ineffaceable, and that marked them as quite different from the younger set.

The memories that passed almost like a vision before the eyes of the doctor’s wife, as she stood apparently studying her kitchen-garden, were rudely dispelled by a piercing scream that resounded from the house; and presently an eight-year-old girl came running round the corner, pursued by her older brother; a big lad, who held a huge volume under his left arm, and had something tightly clutched in his right hand.

“Rikli! what a fearful noise! come here to me! what has happened now?”

The girl screamed louder and hid her face in the skirts of her mother’s dress.

“Now, just look at the innocent cause of this ridiculous disturbance, mother,” said Fred.  “Only this pretty, dear little froggy, that I caught, and was holding out for Rikli to admire.  Just let me read you this description, and you will see how exactly it agrees with Mr. Frog himself.  Look, mamma, look!” and Fred opened his hand and showed a small green frog.

“Stand still, and be quiet, Rikli,” said her mother to the crying girl, “and, Fred, why do you persist in showing the silly child these creatures, when you know how much she is afraid of them?”

“She was the only person near,” answered Fred.  “But do listen to this, mamma.”  Fred opened his book, and began to read:—­

“’The green or water frog, esculenta, is about three inches in length, grass-green, with black spots.  His eyes have a golden color, and the toes of his hind legs are webbed.  His voice, which is often heard on warm summer nights, sounds Brekekex! He passes the winters hidden in the mud and slime.  He feeds upon’—­”

At this moment a carriage was heard approaching.  “It is the lady with the sick child,” said Mrs. Stein, putting Fred aside rather hastily, for he tried to detain her.  He followed her, crying out:—­

“Do listen, mamma; you do not know what he eats.  He eats—­”

The carriage was at the door.  Hans came from the stable, and Kathri, in her best white apron, from the kitchen, to lift out the sick girl and carry her into the house.  Fred and Rikli stood back by the hedge, as still as mice, watching the proceedings.