And when any of your things are torn,
send them to me--I'll mend them for you, and continue to knit for you.
And now, come, let us go to the churchyard."
Damie objected to this plan, making the plea that he felt the parting
heavy enough, and did not want to make it any heavier. His sister gave
in. He took off his father's clothes again, and Barefoot packed them in
the sack she had once worn as a cloak in the days when she kept the
geese. This sack still bore her father's name upon it, and she charged
Damie specially to send her back the sack at the first opportunity.
The brother and sister went out together. A cart belonging to Hirlingen
was passing through the village; Damie hailed it, and quickly loaded his
possessions on it. Then he walked with his sister, hand in hand, out of
the village, and Barefoot sought to cheer him up by saying:
"Do you remember the riddle I asked you there by the oven?"
"No."
"Think: What is best about the oven?"
"No."
"Of the oven this is best, 'tis said,
That it never itself doth eat the bread."
"Yes, you can be cheerful--you're going to stay home."
"But it was your own wish to go away. And you can be cheerful, too, if
you only try hard enough."
In silence she walked on with her brother to the Holderwasen. There,
under the wild pear-tree, she said:
"Here we will say good-by. God bless you, and don't be afraid of
anything!"
They shook hands warmly, and then Damie walked on toward Hirlingen, and
Barefoot turned back toward the village.
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