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Hamilton secretly, and after the room is finished we'll see if we can guess what each one suggested." "That's a clever idea, Lottchen," said Betty, who admired all that Charlotte said or did. This agreed upon, the girls said they must go, and Mrs. Hamilton settled down to her letter once more.
Through its folds, the form beneath was easily discernible; and one hand and forearm protruded from beneath it, at right angles to the rest of the frame. Lottchen could not help shuddering when he saw it.
He was about to seek a messenger to carry his note, when it occurred to him to leave it himself, which he did; and had thereby the keen satisfaction of hearing pretty Lottchen confess, with a blush on her fair German cheek, that they would all miss Herr Wyde very much, because they all loved him.
Instead of despising him because he would never make a timber-merchant or a tree expert, they admired and respected him because he was a poet. The family he lived with, Herr Henschel and Frau Henschel, and his fellow-boarders, Carl and Otto Kraus, and young Ludwig Henschel, and Hedwig and Löttchen admired and respected him because he was a poet.
For Lottchen, as soon as he saw Lilith, seemed to himself to go through a second stage of awaking. Her face made him doubt whether he could be a vampire after all; for instead of wanting to bite her arm and suck the blood, he all but fell down at her feet in a passion of speechless love.
This year the two little girls, Trudel and Lottchen, and their mother were going to stay at a farm, which was situated high up in the midst of the most lovely woods. Trudel, I must tell you, was ten years old, and Lottchen eight; they both went to the same school.
One day when mother was reading a book which absorbed her attention, and so was safe not to interfere with them, they thought, the children stole down to the pond. Hermann and Fritz were waiting for them. It was a pre-conceived plan. "Come along and get in," they shouted to the girls. "I daren't," said Lottchen. "Mother would be so cross; she has forbidden us to go near the water."
"O look, Lottchen, here is a little basin of holy water, just like we saw in the cathedral," said Trudel. "Wood water, Nice and brown, In a little cup. Wood water, Wood wine, Won't you drink it up?" said a tiny voice that sounded like that of a wood-bird. "Mother! did you hear anything, mother?" "Yes, darlings, the birds are singing so sweetly now the rain is over. I have brought my camp-stool.
Presently Frau Spritzkrapfen and dainty Lottchen, rosy with soap and health, slipped through the doorway beneath him out into the little church-bound throng, and, as they disappeared, left the house and street somehow unaccountably alone. Feeling this, Ronald Wyde determined on a stroll.
Lottchen, who had brought in my breakfast, was all in her Sunday best, having risen early to get her work done and go abroad to gather grapes.
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