Just
think, Maezli, they have little chicks, and you will have to see them. I
am sure you won't ever want to leave them."
"Oh, yes, when I have seen them I must go to the Castle-Steward because I
promised to," Maezli replied.
"I am sure he has forgotten all about it and does not remember you any
more," Apollonie said, trying to ward Maezli off from her design. "Does
your mama know that you mean to go to the castle?"
"No, because I only thought of it on my way here," Maezli assured her old
friend. "But one must always keep a promise; Kurt told me that."
"Mr. Trius won't even let you in," Apollonie protested.
"Certainly! He has to. I know the Castle-Steward well, and he is not in
the least afraid of Mr. Trius; I have noticed that," said Maezli, firmly
holding to her resolution.
Apollonie realized that words would do no good and resolved to entertain
Maezli so well with the little chickens and other things that it would
finally be too late for her to go to the castle. Maezli inspected the
tiny chickens and the ripening plums with great enjoyment, but as this
had barely taken any time at all, she soon said resolutely, "I have to go
now because it is late. If you would like to stay home, Loneli can come
with me. I am sure we can easily find the way."
"What are you dreaming of, Maezli?" Apollonie cried out. "How do you
think Mr. Trius would receive you if you ask him to let you in, I should
like to know? You'll find out something you won't like, I am afraid.
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