"
"One must not do that, Maezli; no one must do it that way," Lippo said
seriously. "One ought to put in the first block and pack it before one
takes up the second."
"Then I won't wait for you," Maezli declared, rapidly whisking out by the
door.
When Lippo had properly filled the box and set it in its right place, he
quickly followed Maezli, wondering what her plan was. But he could find
her nowhere, neither in the hall nor in the garden, and he got no answer
to his loud, repeated calls. Finally a reply came which sounded
strangely muffled, as if from up above, so he went up and into her
bedroom. There Maezli was sitting in the middle of a heap of clothes, her
head thrust far into a wardrobe. Apparently she was still pulling out
more things.
"You certainly are doing something wonderful," said Lippo, glancing with
his big eyes at the clothes on the floor.
"I am doing the right thing," said Maezli now in the most decided tone.
"Kurt has said that we must send the poor people some clothes, so we must
take them all out and lay together everything we don't need any more.
Mama will be glad when she has no more to do about it and they can be
sent away to-morrow. Now get your things, too, and we'll put them all in
a heap."
The matter, however, seemed still rather doubtful to Lippo. Standing
thoughtfully before all the little skirts and jackets, he felt that this
would not be quite after his mother's wish.
"When we want to do something with our clothes, we always have to ask
mother," he began again.
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