“Where do you come from then, if you don’t speak German and don’t speak French?” the little one wanted to know.
Sami thought for a moment, then he said:
“First I came from Chailly and then from Zweisimmen.”
“No, no,” interrupted the little one warmly. “People are never from two places, only from one. I am from Berlin, in Germany, you see. Then Papa bought an estate and now we are living on Lake Geneva. What is your name?”
Sami told her.
“And my name is Betti. Why did you come into the courtyard when Tina wanted to send you out?”
Sami had to think for a while, then he said:
“Because those words were on the robe, I knew they were God-fearing people where it belonged, and my grandmother told me I must stay with such people and never go away, for I should learn nothing but good from them.”
“Must you stay with us now, and never go away again?” asked little Betti eagerly.
“Yes, I think so,” answered Sami. “Perhaps I can weed the garden.”