"Look there, the boys are coming with the cattle," said the father before whose eyes Russli held the pipe. "Go and show it to your mother. I'll soon come in."
"I love it in the pasture," Vinzi was able to say at last. "It is so lovely up there under the trees, the day was gone before we knew it."
"Yes, and Vinzi helped us a lot," added Jos, who had joined them. "We got on the move with the cows ten times quicker than we usually do, and they have been so quiet all day, and grazed as they have not done for a long while. I wish Vinzi could stay with us all the time!"
"I am glad to hear that!" exclaimed his father. "That's a good start. Let us hope you will always get along well together."
He went to the stable with his boys and Vinzi followed, thinking his cousin would be pleased if he wished to help.
"What can I do?" he asked him from the stable door.
"We'll be through soon," replied his cousin, busily milking. "But if you would like to look around the barn and stable, you may do so."
Vinzi stepped out into the twilight and watched the setting sun tip the mountain cliffs and dark spruces with gold. Then the chapel bell sounded so sweetly that it filled him with delight and he stood motionless long after the glow had paled and the sound of the bell had died away.
"Hello!" cried a voice behind him, while he received a resounding slap on the back and was dragged over to the pump where there was a great washing and splashing every evening before the boys went into the house.
"Are you awake again?" asked Faz who had done the tugging, fully believing that Vinzi had fallen asleep in the path.