"Besides I can see Maezli," the mother concluded,
"that your great zeal seems to come from a wish to get rid of all the
things you don't like to wear yourself. All your woolen things, which
you always say scratch your skin. So you do not mind if other children
have them, Maezli?"
"They might like them better than to be cold," was Maezli's opinion.
"Oh, mother, Mrs. Knippel is coming up the road toward our house; I am
sure she is coming to see us," said Lippo, who had gone to the window.
"And I have not even taken my things off on account of your disorder
here," said the mother a little frightened. "Maezli, go and greet Mrs.
Knippel and take her into the front room. Tell her that I have just come
from church and that I shall come directly."
Maezli ran joyfully away; the errand seemed to please her. She received
the guest with excellent manners and led her into the front room to the
sofa, for Maezli knew exactly the way her mother always did. Then she
gave her mother's message.
"Very well, very well, And what do you want to do on this beautiful
Sunday?" the lady asked,
"Take a walk," Maezli answered rapidly. "Are they still locked up?" she
then casually asked.
"Who? Who? Whom do you mean?" and the lady looked somewhat disapprovingly
at the little girl.
"Edwin and Eugen," Maezli answered fearlessly.
"I should like to know where you get such ideas," the lady said with
growing irritation. "I should like to know why the boys should be locked
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