"You can see!" was the short reply.
"She owns to it," they all shrieked together. "Gracious Heaven, what insolence!" "Thou gallows-bird, thou!" cried Stromminger. "Is it so thou comes down again to thy home?"
At the word "home," Wally gave a short bitter laugh and fixed a piercing glance on her father.
"Laugh away," cried Stromminger; "I thought thou'd learn better up there, and now, scarce a quarter of an hour in the house, thou's already at mischief again."
"He moves," cried one of the women, "he's still alive."
"Carry him into the house and lay him on my bed," ordered Stromminger, making way by the kitchen door against which he was leaning. Two men raised Vincenz and carried him indoors.
"If only the doctor were here," lamented the women, following the sick man into the room.
"If only we had old Luckard, we should need no doctor," said some of them, "she knew what was good for everything."
"Let her be fetched," cried Stromminger, "tell her to come this instant."
Again Wally laughed. "Yes, truly, old Luckard," she said. "Thou'd be glad to have her back again now, Stromminger! Thou must seek her now in the churchyard!"