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I. Up to the Alm
A narrow path went up from the little town of Maienfeld into the Swiss mountains. One hot morning in June a tall young woman was climbing it with a little girl. The child’s cheeks were burning red. She was wearing two or three dresses, one on top of the other, a big red scarf and heavy mountain shoes. She looked like a round bundle of clothes.
The girl was five years old, and her name was Heidi. The young woman was her aunt Dete.
Halfway up the mountain they came to a small village called Dörfli, which means “little village”. There Dete’s old friend Barbel joined them.
“Where are you taking the child?” asked Barbel.
“Up to the Alm-Uncle. She must stay with him now. He’s her grandfather. I’ve looked after her for four years, and now I’ve got a good job in Frankfurt.