The Story of Heidi

And of course there was Clara herself, pretty

and sweet, but so pale and frail, and unable to

walk or stand.

Heidi told her over and over again about

Grandfather and Peter and the merry goats and

the great fir trees. "Oh, if only you could go

there," Heidi would say sadly. "You'd see, you

would grow well and learn to walk there. Oh, if

only we were home!"