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The Visit to the Mill
The Visit to the Mill"What beautiful things you have brought home!" said his old foster-mother; and her strange-looking eagle-eyes sparkled, while she wriggled and twisted her skinny neck more quickly and strangely than ever. "You have brought good luck with you, Rudy. I must give you a kiss, my dear boy." Rudy allowed himself to be kissed; but it could be seen by his countenance that he only endured the infliction as a homely duty. "How handsome you are, Rudy!" said the old woman. "Don't flatter," said Rudy, with a laugh; but still he was pleased. "I must say once more," said the old woman, "that you are very lucky." "Well, in that I believe you are right," said he, as he thought of Babette. Never had he felt such a longing for that deep valley as he now had. "They must ha
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