And all this time she called names from the interminable list, and mechanically corrected the mistakes of their owners. Her eyes went back to the girl in the middle row, who turned her head and yawned a little. They took their education very easily, these maidens.
How she had saved and denied herself, and even consented to the indebtedness she so hated, to gain that coveted German winter! And how delightful it had been!
Almost she saw again the dear home of that blessed year: the kindly housemother; the chubby Mädchen who knitted her a silk purse, and cried when she left; the father with his beloved ’cello and his deep, honest voice.
How cunning the little Bertha had been! How pleasant it was to hear her gay little voice when one came down the shady street! “Da ist sie, ja!” she would call to her mother, and then Hermann would come up to her with his
