"Ah, Aunt Seréna," replied Johannes, "do not think me proud. I did not come to you before, because I was ashamed, even though you had said I need not be. But he has cured me of looking down upon others because they do not yet think as I do."
"Then you will not be too proud to cherish my little apple-tree, if I leave it for you to transplant into your own garden?"
And she laughingly continued:
"That is not so kindly intentioned as it appears to be. I have a mischievous pleasure in thinking of your embarrassment at not knowing how to use it better than I did."
"That is naughty of you, Aunt Seréna," said Marjon.
"One thing I know," said Johannes. "I shall spread broadcast, the 'little apples,' that from them new trees may grow; for he taught us that."
"Good! You must come, some time, and explain that to me. God bless you both! And God bless your work, my children."
"God bless you, Aunt Seréna! Give Daatje our greetings."
And now I have told you all that I had to tell about Little Johannes.