"I'll find it right away," Mäzli asserted. "Just let me hunt a little bit." With this she began to hunt with such zeal as if she were seeking a long-lost treasure.
"Here, here," she cried out very soon, while she handed the book proudly over to her mother.
The latter took the book and read:
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"Patience Oh Lord, is needed, When sorrow, grief and pain"— |
"But, Mäzli, why do you want to sing this song?" her mother asked.
Kurt had stepped up to them and looked over the mother's shoulder into the book. "Oh, you sly little person! So you chose the longest song you could find. You thought that Lippo would see to it that we would sing every syllable before going to bed."
"Yes, and you hate to go to bed much more than I do," said Mäzli a little revengefully. It had filled her with wrath that her beautiful plan had been seen through so quickly. "When you have to go, you always sigh as loud as yesterday and cry: 'Oh, what a shame! Oh, what a shame!' and you think it is fearful."
"Quite right, cunning little Mäzli," Kurt laughed.
"Come, come, children, now we'll sing instead of quarrelling," the mother admonished them. "We'll sing 'The lovely moon is risen.' You know all the words of that from beginning to end, Mäzli."
They all started and finished the whole song in peace.