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
