Gritli’s Children: A Story for Children and for Those Who Love Children (1887)

Dear child, she said now, in a voice which trembled with anxiety and affection, you know that you are too tired to go out in the morning; but this afternoon, perhaps, we will go down to the river. Will not that be better, my darling?

Oh, yes, I suppose so, sighed the child; but though she said no more, she did not turn her eyes away from the blooming roses and the waving leaves below her.

Oh, it is so beautiful down there! Do let me go out, mamma!