"I should never ask a child such a question."
"My child, I am a poor man; as poor as a beggar. Do you understand me?"
Thoma shook her head, and her father continued:
"I have sinned against you all, especially against you; but now I beg you to forgive me. Don't let me perish." His heart beat so fast that he could not speak another word. As Thoma still remained silent, he turned quickly away, and went with tottering steps to the living-room. He listened to hear if Thoma would not follow him; but he heard nothing.
He looked at the table in the living-room, and asked:
"Is that a new table?"
"No, but Thoma had it planed because the holes were there."
Landolin remembered having stuck the fork in the table.
Steps were now heard. It was not Thoma, but the pastor, who came. His words were kind and comforting, but Landolin stared at him blankly. True, he saw him, but he heard him not; his thoughts were with his daughter, who was so terribly changed. It was not until the pastor mentioned Cushion-Kate, and said that she had grown wild and uncontrollable, and talked most blasphemously, that Landolin paid any attention to what he said. And when the pastor added that it seemed as if Cushion-Kate had gone crazy, he cried:
"There are insane asylums for such people. She should be put into one. The town can pay for it."