Why should I be anything else?" replied Mattie,
looking up smilingly in his face.
Hanz shook his head. "It pees sho now as nopody can shay who pees his
friend, and who pees not his friend. I pees sho glad you pees mine
friend."
"I should like to know, Father Hanz, what troubles you?" resumed Mattie,
whose quick eye read in his face the trouble that was making his heart
sad. "Tell me what troubles you, Father Hanz, and I will be a friend to
you, no matter who it is."
"Mine shilds," replied the old man, drooping his head, "dar vas un man,
he shay as he pees mine goot friend. Dat friend he pees mine enemy. He
prings shorrow into mine house. Unt he prings dat shorrow when mine poor
Tite he pees sho far away as I ton't know where he is."
Tears again filled the old man's eyes as he spoke, and he paused, shook
his head, and buried his face in his hands. There was something in the
old man's unwillingness to disclose who it was that had caused him this
trouble that excited Mattie's suspicions.
"You must tell me, Father Hanz," said she, encircling his neck with her
right arm and patting him on the cheek encouragingly and affectionately
with her left hand, "who has caused you all this trouble.
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