Summer had come again, and in all the gardens the roses were blooming and giving forth their fragrance. They were in full bloom in all the beds, the young plants bore quite a burden of blossoms, and they nodded down from the flower-pots in all the windows.
It was a great rose year. The summer evening lay brightly over Wildbach and all the meadows and woods round about. The golden evening sunlight shown on Dietrich's little house, and its glittering windows could be seen from far away.
But in front of it women were standing, with thoughtful faces. One was Uncle Dietrich. He knew that on the morrow house, fields, and goat would all be taken away from him, and in spite of that he would still be deep in debt.
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