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There was surprise and indignation in Fraulein's expression. "I shall haf to report you to Miss North." Blue Bonnet picked up her French books and pushed past Fraulein. "I will save you the trouble," she said. "I am going to Miss North now, myself." Fraulein stared after the flying figure.
Blue Bonnet said to Joy Cross, who, true to prediction, had taken Fraulein's place in the German department, and with satisfaction. "It isn't as cheerful as it might be," Joy answered, checking off an examination paper. "It is hard for the girls who aren't coming back. I hear that Annabel is positively sick over it. I had no idea she was so fond of the school."
"Taisez-vous, taisez-vous, Jair-trude," rebuked Mademoiselle. "How dare she?" thought Miriam, with a picture before her eyes of the little grey-gowned thing with the wistful, frugal mouth and nose. "Na Miss Henderson?" It was Fraulein's voice from within the little room. Minna was holding the door open.
But when you shall hear from your good parents, we can further discuss our plans." Fraulein was at the door. Fraulein left the saal by the small door and Miriam felt her way to the schoolroom. The girls were gathering there ready for a walk. Some were in the hall and Fraulein's voice was giving instructions: "Machen Sie schnell, Miss Henderson," she called.
Maskells is such a jolly place," he added pleadingly; "we don't like any other half so well." "You say Fraulein is going?" said Mrs Vallance. "Yes, and Rice, too; but they won't be in the way, because Fraulein's going to sketch, and Rice will have to be with the little ones."
Fraulein's fiercely voluble and the Herr Pastor's voluble and mocking and polite. The two voices continued as he made his way, bowing gravely, down the far side of the table to the saal doors. Here he turned for a moment and his face shone black and white against the dark panelling. "Na, Kinder," crooned Fraulein gently, when he had disappeared, "a walk a walk in the beautiful sunshine.
She turned and drove Miriam from the room with speechless waiting eyes. The sunlight was streaming across the hall. It seemed gay and home-like. Pastor Lahmann had made her forget she was a governess. He had treated her as a girl. Fraulein's eyes had spoiled it. Fraulein was angry about it for some extraordinary reason. "Don't let her do it, Miss Henderson."
In the hands of Josephine a corn-popper waved above them, the corn inside burning unobserved as she lent her ears to Fraulein's earnest words. Ten apples, suspended on strings, swung from the mantel, spinning slowly as they roasted. It was a restful and agreeable scene to the eyes of little Ivan. Josephine felt called upon to defend her friends.
She heard Fraulein talking in English of councillors and centuries and assumed for a moment as Fraulein's eye passed her a look of intelligence; then they had all moved on together deeper into the town.
There would be nothing you would not do to relieve her suffering." "If I would let Regie go," said Mrs. Gresley, "he would not be willing, and we could not have him taken away by force, could we, James?" The door opened, and Regie appeared, gently pushed from behind by Fräulein's thin hand. Boulou followed. The door was closed again immediately, almost on Boulou's tail.
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