One day a father was sitting at
the table with his wife and children and a good friend who was visiting him,
and they were having their noonday meal. As they were sitting there, the clock struck twelve, and the visitor saw the door open, and a pale
child dressed in snow-white clothes entered. He didn't look around or say
anything but went silently into the next room. Shortly thereafter he returned
and went away just as quietly as he had entered. On the second and third day
the child came again. Finally, the visitor asked the father who the beautiful
child was that entered the room every day at noon. The father answered that he
knew nothing about him. He hadn't seen anything.
The next day as the clock struck
noon, the child entered again, and the visitor pointed the child out to the
father, but he didn't see the boy. Neither did the mother nor the children. The
visitor stood up, went to the door, opened it a little, and looked inside.
There he saw the pale child sitting on the floor, digging and rummaging in the
cracks of the boards. However, as soon as the child noticed the visitor, he
disappeared. Now the visitor told the family what he had seen and gave an exact
description of the boy. The mother was then able to recognize the child and
said, "Alas, it's my own dear child who died four weeks ago."
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