He took the boy's hand in his fatherly hand, pulled him down from the high bench and said: "Come with me, my boy!" At the parsonage the three children stood waiting for the father's return, as they did every Sunday.

Sally had not said a word since they had left church; now she came close to her mother and said, quite excited: "Please, please, Mamma, may I go now at once to Kaetheli?
I have to talk over something with her, really I must." Sally had made up her mind to go out into the vineyards to look for Erick, but she did not know the way, so Kaetheli was to go with her.

But the mother opposed Sally's urging and said: "You know, dear, that we have dinner at once, and father does not allow such running away on Sunday.

There he comes now.

Who is the little boy whose hand he is holding ?" Sally uttered a loud shout of joy and tore away.