often went to the Parsonage to work there, and might have told
a great deal about the harmony and good feeling that prevailed between
the Pastorin and Tony; the latter being most thankful to be instructed
by the Pastorin in all matters. But Leegart had made a firm resolution
to speak very little in future; it was only at Roettmannshof, where the
young Roettmaennin now lived, that she poured forth her heart. Nowhere
was Leegart more at home, than at Roettmannshof, and she often said:
"Nothing can be more delightful than to see that great strong Adam,
carrying his little daughter about in his arms, and playing with her;
no one could have believed that he was so handy and clever."

When Leegart had made the first short frock for the little girl, and a
very pretty bright pink one it was, Adam, when he had the child in his
arms, was not a little proud of having taught her, when any one asked,
"Where is your pretty frock?" to lift up the frock to shew her finery.

Leegart was in a state of never ending awe and wonder at Adam's gentle
ways, and Martina could not resist saying, "He often says that he had
no enjoyment of little Joseph's infant years, so he is resolved to make
up for it now. Nothing makes him happier."

The fierce old Roettmaennin had long since passed away. She would not
allow it, but the horrible manner in which she had raged at and cursed
the dead miller, constantly recurred to her thoughts. She sent for a
lawyer, and desired him to prepare a document, to be laid before the
Consistorial Court, declaring the marriage of Martina and Adam to be
null and void; she, however, never saw the end of this lawsuit, for she
died before the snow was fully melted, through which Joseph had gone to
meet his father.

When the Pastor now stands in the pulpit he sees beneath him, in
the front row, two fine looking young men, who are the best of
friends--Adam Roettmann and the young Forest Miller, Edward, who has
married Tony.

"Joseph in the Snow" lives in winter in the village with
Schilder-David, in order that he may be near school; he is a fine well
informed lad.

Haespele always maintains that a boy who ran such risks, and was the
means of effecting such a happy and strange revolution, cannot fail to
become a remarkable man.

Leegart, however, invariably adds, "Whatever you do, pray don't
prophesy; it is such a frightful responsibility." She knows the future
fate of "Joseph in the Snow," but she wisely keeps it to he