Actress, Mady Christians, was born Marguerite Maria Christians on Jan 19, 1892 in Vienna, Austria-Hungary [now Austria]. Christians died at the age of 59 on Oct 28, 1951 in South Norwalk, CT and was laid to rest in Ferncliff Cemetery and Mausoleum in Hartsdale, NY.
HONORS and AWARDS:.
Dete: Where's your grandfather?
Heidi: He's up on the mountain, cutting some logs.
Dete: Now you get on your coat and mittens. We're going away.
Heidi: I don't want to go away!
Heidi: I want to stay here. I love the Grandfather, and he loves me. It's my birthday and we're going to have a party. Look.
[showing Dete a pair of shoes with a dark goat and a light goat sewn on them]
Heidi: He made me these for a present. There's Swanli and Bearli. And we're going down to the village to get sausage and butter because the Grandmother and Peter are coming.
Dete: Well, he won't mind you going on a little trip with me.
Dete: Just to Frankfurt. You can come back whenever you like.
Heidi: I don't want to go to Frankfurt.
Dete: You will do as I say! Where are your clothes?
Heidi: I've got to ask the Grandfather first.
Dete: Where are they?
Heidi: [pointing to the closet] In there.
Dete: Now, there's nothing to worry about. We'll have a sleigh ride to Mayenfeld, and a nice trip on a train. And I'll buy you a present for your birthday.
Heidi: And can I come right back, in time for my party?
Dete: Now, didn't I tell you you could?
Heidi: Can I bring some soft rolls for the Grandmother? You see, she hasn't many teeth and can't eat her black bread.
Dete: Oh, yes. Come! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Heidi: First, I must go up the mountain and tell the Grandfather where I'm going.
Dete: There isn't time. We might miss our train! I'll send word back to him!
Heidi: But I'd rather tell him myself. Do you think if I put my birthda
Fräulein Rottenmeier: You will take that impossible child back.
Dete: You'll have to give me more expense money then, and the fifty marks Herr Sesemann promised.
Fräulein Rottenmeier: You dare to speak to me like that? I'll not give you one penny.
Dete: You'd better. I brought just the kind of child Herr Sesemann asked for. Unless you have your own reasons for not wanting her.
Fräulein Rottenmeier: Get out! And take your wretched niece with you!
Dete: All right, but you'll give me the money, or I'll write Herr Sesemann. You think I don't know what your little game is? A rich widow and his sick child. You don't want Klara to get well, not yet, not until you've convinced him that his little darling can't live without you.
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