It was evening when Irma awoke. She put her hand to her forehead. A wet cloth had been bound round it. She had been sleeping nearly twenty-four hours. The grandmother was sitting by her bed.
"You've a strong constitution," said the old woman, "and that helped you. It's all right now."
Irma arose. She felt strong and, guided by the grandmother, walked over to the dwelling-house.
"God be praised, that you're well again," said Walpurga, who was standing there with her husband; and Hansei added: "Yes, that's right."
Irma thanked them, and looked up at the gable of the house. What words there met her eye?
"Don't you think the house has a good motto written on its forehead?" asked Hansei.
Irma started. On the gable of the house, she read the following inscription:
Eat and Drink: Forget not God: Thine Honor Guard:
Of all thy store,
Thou'lt carry hence
A winding-sheet
And nothing more.