"Now I am going for about a mile's walk.

Will you come with me and see what I am going to photograph, or will you rest here till I come back ?" She chose the latter, and during his absence was shown the treasures and possessions of a Swiss peasant's home.
She was taken to see the cows in the stalls, and had a lecture given her on the respective merits of Schneewitchen, a white cow, Kartoffelkuehen, a dark brown one, and Roeslein, the beauty of them all.

Then she looked at the spinning-wheel, and watched the old Hausfrau turn the treadle.
And so the time passed, Bernardine making, good friends of them all.
Catharina had returned to her knitting, and began working, and, as before, not noticing any one.

But Bernardine sat by her side, playing with the cat, and after a time Catharina looked up at Bernardine's little thin face, and, after some hesitation, stroked it gently with her hand.
"Fraeulein is not strong," she said tenderly.

"If Fraeulein lived here, I should take care of her." That was a remnant of Catharina's past.