"As soon as you're better, Berengar," said Othomar, after first reproving him, "I shall make you a present."
"What of?" asked the boy, eagerly. "But I am better now!"
"No, no, you must do what the doctors tell you and not vex them."
"And what will you give me then?"
Othomar looked at him long and firmly.
"What shall I have then?" repeated the child.
"I mustn't tell you yet, Berengar; it's really rather big for you still."
"What is it then? A horse?"
"No, it's not as big as a horse, but heavier. Don't ask any more about it and also don't try and guess what it is, but be obedient: then you'll get better and then you shall have it."
"Heavier than a horse and not so big!..." Berengar pondered, with glowing cheeks.