nce some small trade. The trade is
successful, very successful. It goes on so well that he can hire the
lower story; then he gains more profit, and before thou canst look about
thee he buys the whole house. See, that is the way with the Jutland
peasant, and just the same with the devil. At first he gets the cellar,
then the lower story, and at last the whole house!"

CHAPTER XVI

"Sure 'tis fair in foreign land,
But not so fair as home;

Let me but see thy mountains grand
Glaciers and snowy dome!

Let me but hear the sound that tells
Of climbing cattle, dressed with bells."
The Switzer's Homesickness.

Not until after breakfast did the preacher pass over to Otto's affairs.
His grandfather's will made him the sole heir to the large property; a
man in Copenhagen, the merchant Berger, should be his guardian, since
the preacher did not wish to undertake the office. Rosalie was not
forgotten: her devotion and fidelity had won for her a relative's right.
Her last days should be free from care: she had truly striven to remove
all care from the dead whilst yet he lived. An old age free from care
awaited her; but Otto wished that she should also have a happy old age.
He imparted his plan to the preacher; but the latter shook his head,
thought it was not practicable, and regarded it as a mere fancy--a whim.
But such it was not.

Some days passed by. One afternoon Rosalie sat upon a small wooden bench
under the cherry-trees, and was making mourning for the winter.

"This is the last summer that we shall sit here," said she; "the last
summer that this is our home. Now I am become equally rooted to this
spot; it grieves me that I must leave it."

"Thou wast forced to leave thy dear Switzerland," said Otto; "that was
still harder!"

"I was then young," answered she. "The young tree may be easily
transplanted, but the old one has shot forth deeper roots. Denmark is a
good land--a beautiful land!"

"But not the west coast of Jutland!" exclaimed Otto. "For thy green
pasture hast thou here heath; for thy mountains, low sand-hills."

"Upon the Jura Mountains there is also heath," said Rosalie. "The heath
here often reminds me of my home on the Jura. There also is it cold, and
snow can fall already in August. The fir-trees then stand as if powdered
over."

"I love Switzerland, which I have never seen," pursued Otto. "Thy
relation has given me a concep