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As if to escape from their own thoughts, they never stopped till they got to Kuenzelsau. On the way they held counsel as to the best investment of their money, and agreed to act upon the advice of Peter Mike.

Next day they set out for Oehringen; but suddenly Florian stopped and said, “Crescence, what do you say to turning round and going back for Freddie?”

“Yes, yes, yes! come.”

In a moment the cart was headed the other way, and the dog leaped up Florian’s side, as if he knew what was going on. But suddenly Crescence cried, “Oh, mercy, mercy! He’ll never let us have him: there’s a whole florin gone,–the night’s lodging; and I’ve bought Lizzie a dress!”

“O women and vanity!” groaned Florian. “Well, we must try it, anyhow. I’m bound to have my Freddie back.”

The dog barked assent

It was noonday again when the caravan reached the linden-tree. Freddie ran to meet them, crying, “Is it winter?”

His mother went up to Peter Mike, laid down the money, begged him to overlook the florin which was gone, and demanded her child.

The parson was in Peter Mike’s room, and had almost succeeded in persuading him to be reconciled to his brother’s children and to give the adopted child but a small portion of his property. At sight of Crescence he rose, without knowing why, and raised his hands. He tried to induce the woman not to give her child away; and, when she answered, the sound of her voice was like a reminiscence of something long unthought of.

Peter Mike had called Florian. When the latter saw the parson, he rushed up to him, seized him by the collar, and cried, “Ha, old fellow! I’ve caught you again at last.” Crescence and Peter Mike interfered. The parson, with a husky voice, begged the latter to retire, as he had important communications to make to the strangers. Peter Mike complied.

“Is your name Crescence?” asked the parson.

“Yes.”

“My child! my child!” said the parson, hoarsely, falling on her neck.

For a time all wept in silence. The parson passed his hand over her face, and then made them both swear never to reveal the relation in which they stood to him. He would give them a house and set them up in business. Crescence was to be regarded as his sister’s child.

Thus the vagrant family settled in the village. Florian has returned to the active use of his faithful knife.

The wife of the Protestant minister, who is very religious, claims to have discovered beyond a doubt that Crescence is not the parson’s niece, but his daughter; but people don’t believe it.

The dog, who is also in the butchering-line, has exchanged his name of Schlunkel for the honest one of Bless. The gloomy recollections of the past are buried in oblivion.