Seppi’s face looked very grave and rather sad.
“Ann-Katherin does not know,” he answered very softly. “I couldn’t tell her; she would cry so. I don’t speak about it to any one: but I am sure mother knows. She cries often, but she doesn’t talk about it.”
Squib felt a little puzzled.
“But isn’t she rather glad too? Doesn’t she like to think of having your father always there, and his not going so much up the dangerous mountains?”
It was Seppi’s turn to look puzzled now.
“I don’t quite understand you, little Herr.”
Squib turned a bright look upon him.
“Why, about the hotel, you know, which your father wants to have down in that other valley where there isn’t one. Weren’t you talking of that all the time? I thought he had told you all about it, only it was a secret.”
Seppi’s bewildered face astonished Squib not a little.
“I don’t know what you mean, little Herr.”