Rico and Wiseli
by Johanna Spyri
Rico was almost nine years old and had been in school for two winters. There, in the mountains, in the summer, there was no school; for then the teacher himself had his own field to grow, to chop hay and firewood like the others, and no one had time to think about going to school. This wasn't a big sadness for Rico – he knew how to cheer himself up. Once, when he took his place on the threshold in the morning, he stood there for hours, did not move, looked into the distance with dreamy eyes, until the door of the house on the road opened and the little girl looked at him laughing.
