Heidi by Johanna Spyri

CHAPTER VIII. THERE IS GREAT COMMOTION IN THE LARGE HOUSE

Sebastian had just shown the tutor into the study on the following morning when there  came another and very loud ring at the bell, which Sebastian ran quickly to answer. "Only  Herr Sesemann rings like that," he said to himself; "he must have returned home  unexpectedly." He pulled open the door, and there in front of him he saw a ragged little  boy carrying a hand-organ on his back. 

"What's the meaning of this?" said Sebastian angrily. "I'll teach you to ring bells like that!  What do you want here?"

"I want to see Clara," the boy answered.

"You dirty, good-for-nothing little rascal, can't you be polite enough to say 'Miss Clara'?  What do you want with her?" continued Sebastian roughly. She owes me fourpence,"  explained the boy. 

"You must be out of your mind! And how do you know that any young lady of that name  lives here?"

"She owes me twopence for showing her the way there, and twopence for showing her the  way back."

"See what a pack of lies you are telling! The young lady never goes out, cannot even walk;  be off and get back to where you came from, before I have to help you along."

But the boy was not to be frightened away; he remained standing, and said in a  determined voice, "But I saw her in the street, and can describe her to you; she has short, curly black hair, and black eyes, and wears a brown dress, and does not talk quite like we  do." 

"Oho!" thought Sebastian, laughing to himself, "the little miss has evidently been up to  more mischief." Then, drawing the boy inside he said aloud, "I understand now, come with  me and wait outside the door till I tell you to go in. Be sure you begin playing your, organ  the instant you get inside the room; the lady is very fond of music."

Sebastian knocked at the study door, and a voice said, "Come in." 

"There is a boy outside who says he must speak to Miss Clara herself," Sebastian  announced. 

Clara was delighted at such an extraordinary and unexpected message.

"Let him come in at once," replied Clara; "he must come in, must he not," she added,  turning to her tutor, "if he wishes so particularly to see me?" 

The boy was already inside the room, and according to Sebastian's directions immediately  began to play his organ. Fraulein Rottenmeier, wishing to escape the A B C, had retired  with her work to the dining-room. All at once she stopped and listened. Did those sounds  come up from the street? And yet they seemed so near! But how could there be an organ  playing in the study? And yet—it surely was so. She rushed to the other end of the long  dining-room and tore open the door. She could hardly believe her eyes. There, in the  middle of the study, stood a ragged boy turning away at his organ in the most energetic  manner. The tutor appeared to be making efforts to speak, but his voice could not be  heard. Both children were listening delightedly to the music.

"Leave off! leave off at once!" screamed Fraulein Rottenmeier. But her voice was  drowned by the music. She was making a dash for the boy, when she saw something on  the ground crawling towards her feet—a dreadful dark object—a tortoise. At this sight she  jumped higher than she had for many long years before, shrieking with all her might,  "Sebastian! Sebastian!" 

The organ-player suddenly stopped, for this time her voice had risen louder than the  music. Sebastian was standing outside bent double with laughter, for he had been  peeping to see what was going on. By the time he entered the room Fraulein Rottenmeier  had sunk into a chair. 

"Take them all out, boy and animal! Get them away at once!" she commanded him.

Sebastian pulled the boy away, the latter having quickly caught up the tortoise, and when  he had got him outside he put something into his hand. "There is the fourpence from Miss  Clara, and another fourpence for the music. You did it all quite right!" and with that he shut  the front door upon him.