At first he said he must ask his mother; but then he thought it would be no use, because she said painting was no work at all, but only nonsense.

So we planned that he should just go off; and then, if they asked where he was, I should tell them; and as soon as he can, he is to write and tell them that he is going to be a painter." "This is terrible!" exclaimed her aunt.
"You've done great mischief, Emma.

What will become of him, and how will he get to Basel without money ?" Emma said she had given him all her own money, and he could certainly reach Basel, and if only aunty would go and tell his mother about it, all would be right.

Aunty lost no time.

She went directly to Heiri's cottage, and met Mr.Bickel coming out from the door-way.
"As I have said," was his closing remark, "I will soon put a stop to his loafing; for I will cut off his wages every hour that he idles." "You can't cut down his wages, Cousin Bickel, before he begins to have any," said Marget to herself as Mr.Bickel marched off with his most important air.
Aunty went into the little house.