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Updated: June 18, 2025
I thought there were no neighbours, and when I came back late from having been all day in the forest, missing with an indifference that amazed Frau Bornsted the lure of her Sunday dinner, and taking some plum-cake and two Bibles with me, English and German, because I'm going to learn German that way among other ways while I'm here, and I think it's a very good way, and it immensely impressed Frau Bornsted to see me take two Bibles out for a walk, when I got back about five, untidy and hot and able to say off a whole psalm in perfect Lutheran German, I found several high yellow carriages, like the one I was fetched in on Saturday, in front of the paling, with nosebags and rugs on the horses, and indoors in the parlour a number of other foresters and their wives, besides Frau Bornsted's father and mother and younger sister, and the local doctor and his wife, and the Herr Lehrer, a tall young man in spectacles who teaches in the village school two miles away.
Each morning I've come down to a perfect world, with the sun shining through roses on to our breakfast-table in the porch, and after breakfast I've crossed the road and gone into the forest and not come back till late afternoon. Frau Bornsted has been sweet about it, giving me a little parcel of food and sending me off with many good wishes for a happy day.
"And aren't you having any breakfast?" I asked. "I will now," he said. "I was listening for your door to open," I think you'd like him very much, little mother. The colonel, whose name is Graf Hohenfeld, was being very pleasant to Frau Bornsted, watching her admiringly as she brought him things to eat.
I'm sure you'd like him very much. My address will be: bei Herrn Oberforster Bornsted Schuppenfelde Reg. Bez. Stettin. I don't know what Reg. Bez. means. I've copied it from a card Kloster gave me, and I expect you had better put it on the envelope. I'll write and tell you directly I get there.
"And without rebellious thoughts unsuited to her sex," said Frau Bornsted, turning and looking at me. She showed what she was thinking of by adding, "I hope you are not a suffragette?" The Oberforster put on a thin green linen coat for supper, which he left unbuttoned to mark that he was off duty, and we sat round the table till it was starlight.
Frau Bornsted is quite a pretty young woman, flat rather than slender, tall, with lovely deep blue eyes and long black eyelashes.
I believe it would make even the Graf say something. But I won't do anything so unlike, as Frau Bornsted would say, what a junges Madchen generally does, but go to bed instead, into the prettiest bed I've slept in since I had a frilly cot in the nursery, all pink silk coverlet and lace-edged sheets.
"Unsere junge Englanderin," said Frau Bornsted, presenting me. "Schuhlerin von Kloster grosses Talent, " I heard her adding, handing round the bits of information as though it was cake. They all said Ach so, and Wirklich, and somebody asked if I liked Germany, and I said, still not seeing much, "Es ist wundervoll," which provoked a murmur of applause, as the newspapers say.
We had supper out in the porch, prepared, spread, and fetched by Frau Bornsted, and it was a milk soup very nice and funny, and I lapped it up like a thirsty kitten and cold meat, and fried potatoes, and curds and whey, and wild strawberries and cream.
Frau Bornsted asked presently, after having marked her regret at my behaviour by not saying anything for five minutes. "Like what?" "So so without reverence. And yet you are a religious people. You send out missionaries." "Yes, and support bishops," I said. "You haven't got any bishops."
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