"Will she have a horse too?"
"Why not, as well as you. It all depends on how steadily and how faithfully you both work," replied Gertrude.
"Well, then, we shall have two horses," cried the boy, joyfully. "Where shall we put the stable, mother?"
"We can see to that bye and bye, there is plenty of time for that. It won't do for you to be thinking about the horse all the time, you know, you must keep your mind on your work if you mean to do it well."
Dieterli said no more. He was busy trying to decide on which side of the house it would be best to put the stable.
That night, Gertrude again hurried down the hill to the doctor's houses and this time she brought him back with her.
Her husband's illness had taken a turn for the worse, and the next day he died.