"Then you really believe that she has done this mischief to our poor child?" said Keller with horror.
"Well, if we cannot exactly believe that," replied the Protestant pastor, "we must confess that we see in the accident a sign from Providence that we should avoid her. This much is certain, that the stranger who drove over the child had been visiting the Hartwich, so that, if she had not dwelt among us, the accident would most assuredly never have occurred, for that furious woman would never have come here."
"The Hartwich is to blame for it all!" growled the drunken throng.
"She is, in one way or another," continued the expositor of Christian love. "I repeat, with my respected brother, every misfortune among us is her work."
"Yes, every misfortune is the work of the Hartwich!" yelled the chorus.
"Gracious heavens! See! look there!" cried one, pointing to the windows.
All looked out.
"'Tis the Hartwich herself!"
"Does she dare to come down here?"
"She wants to see the misery she has caused!"