CHAPTER VI.

A VISIT TO THE MILL.

"What splendid things you have brought back with you!" cried his old

foster-mother; and her eagle eyes sparkled, and her lean neck waved

backwards and forwards more than ever. "You are lucky, Rudy! Let me

kiss you, my dear boy!"

And Rudy submitted to be kissed; but he looked as if he regarded it as

a thing which had to be put up with. "What a handsome fellow you are

getting, Rudy!" said the old woman.

"Don't talk such nonsense," Rudy replied, laughing; but nevertheless

he liked to hear it.

"I say it again," said the old woman. "You are very lucky!"

"Perhaps you may be right," he rejoined, for he was thinking of

Babette.

He had never before been so anxious to go down the valley.

"They must have gone home," he said to himself. "They were to have

been back two days ago. I must go to Bex."

So Rudy went to Bex, and found his friends at home at the mill. They

received him kindly, and had brought a message for him from the family

at Interlaken. Babette did not speak much; she was very quiet, but her

eyes spoke volumes, and that satisfied Rudy. Even the miller, who had

always led the conversation, and who had always had his remarks and

jokes laughed at on account of his wealth, seemed to delight in

hearing of all Rudy's adventures in his hunting; and Rudy described

the difficulties and perils which the chamois-hunters have to face

among the mountains--how they must cling to, or creep over, the narrow

ledges of snow which are frozen on to the mountain sides, and make

their way over the snow bridges which span deep chasms in the rocks.

And Rudy's eyes sparkled as he was relating these hunting adventures,

the intelligence and activity of the chamois, and the dangers of the

tempest and the avalanche. He perceived as he went on that the miller

grew increasingly interested in his wild life, and that the old man

paid especial attention to his account of the bearded vulture and the

royal eagle.

Among other things, he happened to mention that, at no great distance,

in the canton of Vallais, an eagle had built its nest most ingeniously

under a steep projecting rock, and that the nest contained a young one

which nobody could capture. Rudy said that an Englishman had offered

him a handful of gold the other day if he could take him the eaglet

alive; "but there is a limit to everything," said he. "That eaglet

cannot be taken; it would be foolhardy to try."

But the wine assisted the flow of conversation; and Rudy thought the

evening all too short, though he did not start on his return journey

until past midnight, the first time he visited the mill.

Lights were still to be seen at the windows of the mill; and the

parlor cat came out at an opening in the roof, and met the kitchen cat

on the gutter.

"Have you heard the news at the mill?" said the parlor cat. "There's

love-making going on in the house! The father doesn't know of it. Rudy

and Babette have been treading on each other's paws all the evening

under the table. They trod on me more than once, but I kept quiet,

lest it should be noticed."

"I would have mewed," replied the kitchen cat.

"Kitchen behavior will not suit the parlor," said the parlor cat; "but

I should like to know what the miller will say when he hears of the

love-making."

What will the miller say, indeed? Rudy, also, wanted to know that; and

he would not wait very long without finding it out. So a few days

later, when the omnibus rolled over the Rhone bridge between Vallais

and Vaud, Rudy was in it, in his usual high spirits, happy in the

expectation of a favorable answer to the question he intended to ask

that same evening.

In the evening, when the omnibus was returning Rudy was again inside;

but the parlor cat had great news to tell.

"Do you know it, you from the kitchen? The miller knows everything.

That was a fine end to the expedition! Rudy came here towards the

evening, and he and Babette had much to whisper about; they stood in

the passage which leads to the miller's room. I lay at their feet, but

they had neither eyes nor thoughts for me. 'I am going straight in to

your father!' said Rudy; 'that is the fair thing.' 'Shall I accompany

you?' said Babette; 'it will encourage you.' 'I have sufficient

courage!' said Rudy, 'but if you go too, he must look kindly on us,

whether he will or no!' And they both went in. Rudy trod violently on

my tail. Rudy is very clumsy! I mewed, but neither he nor Babette had

ears to hear me. They opened the door, and they both went in, I in

front; but I sprang up on the back of a chair, for I could not tell

how Rudy would kick. But the miller kicked! and it was a good kick!

out of the door, and into the mountains to the chamois! Rudy may aim

at them, and not at our little Babette."

"But what did they talk about?" asked the kitchen cat.

"Talk?---- They talked of everything that people say when they go

a-wooing: 'I am fond of her, and she is fond of me! and when there is

milk in the pail for one, there is also milk in the pail for two!'

'But she sits too high for you!' said the miller; 'she sits on grits,

on golden grits; you can't reach her!' 'Nothing sits so high that a

man can't reach it, if he will!' said Rudy; for he was very pert. 'But

you can't reach the eaglet--you said so yourself! Babette sits

higher!' 'I will take them both!' said Rudy. 'Yes, I will give her to

you, when you give me the eaglet alive!' said the miller, and laughed

till the tears stood in his eyes; 'but now I thank you for your

visits, Rudy; come again in the morning, and you will find no one at

home! Farewell, Rudy!' And Babette also said farewell, as miserable as

a little kitten that can't see its mother. 'An honest man's word is as

good as his bond!' said Rudy. 'Don't cry, Babette; I shall bring the

eaglet!' 'You will break your neck, I hope!' said the miller, 'and so

put an end to your race!' I call _that_ a kick! Now Rudy is off, and

Babette sits and cries, but the miller sings German songs that he

has learnt on his journey! I won't grieve over that now; it can't be

helped!"

"But yet there is still some hope for him," said the kitchen cat.

[Illustration: "You are lucky, Rudy!" said his foster-mother; "let me

kiss you, my dear boy!"]

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