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She ran home quickly, because the desire to get to her room was urging her on. Cornelli had never prayed so earnestly and heartily as she did that day. Kneeling beside her bed, she confided all her sorrow to her Father in Heaven, and begged Him to make her happy once more. When Mr. Hellmut sat down to his coffee in the morning he always found letters and newspapers on the breakfast table.
His house, with the surrounding garden, the luminous meadow with the view toward the valley and the distant mountains beyond, was painted in such fresh and absolutely natural colors that Mr. Hellmut was quite overcome. This was the view he had loved so passionately from his childhood. "Cornelli, come here!" the father called. "Just look at this picture! Don't you have a beautiful home?
"Please do all you possibly can to make the idea pleasant and desirable to the child. Do not forget, Martha, that you are my only help." After these words Mr. Hellmut went away. "Oh, the good kind Director!" said Martha, following him with her eyes. "What help can old, stupid Martha be to him, I wonder. But I shall certainly do whatever I can." Arrived at home, Mr.
The child has not a trace of her, not even in her looks; everything is lost that used to remind me of her." "Oh, Mr. Hellmut, if I might be allowed to say anything else, I would only add one word," Martha replied calmly. "I have always found that a little love goes further than many good rules. I know that a young child can be frightened by harsh words more than grown-up people realize.
She has hardly even looked at me and only sits there as if her existence were a real misfortune I cannot stand it. What has happened to the child?" In his excitement Mr. Hellmut jumped up and paced about the room. "Nothing has happened to the child; at least, we know of nothing, do we, Betty?" said Miss Dorner. "We have both tried to teach her good manners, for we found that she lacked them sadly.
Esther came to meet him: "Oh, I am glad that you have come, Director," she said excitedly. "When I went up to Cornelli just now she was crying. I wanted her to taste some of the little plum cakes she usually likes so much, but the poor child only shrieked: 'Oh, leave me here, leave me here! Oh, Mr. Hellmut, what if Cornelli should get sick and die?"
Hellmut, and soon after that, fat little Trina was running over to the hotel. Cornelli had again settled down beside Dino with a mixed feeling of wonderful delight and fear. He noticed her timidity. "Oh, yes, Dino, I love to stay with you and Mux," she assured him. "Your mother is so good to me, too, but I am afraid of your two sisters.
"I should love to stay here!" she exclaimed with deep emotion. "Can I write to Papa now?" That suited Mrs. Halm exactly. Sitting down beside Cornelli, she also wrote to Mr. Hellmut, and both letters were sent at once. Two days later Mr. Hellmut was sitting at the breakfast table, looking at his mail. First of all he opened a fat envelope which had come to him from town.
It was a consolation to Agnes that she could play on the lovely piano whenever she wanted to and that Cornelli was always home in the evenings, when she could sing with her. Mr. Hellmut would sit in his arm-chair while the two girls sang one song after another, and he could never hear enough. Beaming with joy, he would say to Mrs.
I shall never forget what happy hours Dino had with Cornelli during his illness and how she constantly entertained my sociable little Mux with her constant merriment and kindness. Yes, Mr. Hellmut, I shall never forget what she has done, and I can assure you that you have a lovely little daughter." The Director jumped up in his excitement and strode to and fro in the room.
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