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Wrong here, they say;" and she tapped her wide, round German forehead, and lifted her eyes expressively heavenward. "Sold himself to the devil, eh?" asked Wyde. Lottchen was not quite sure on that point. Some said one thing, and some another. There was undoubtedly a devil, else how could good Doctor Luther have thrown his inkstand at him?
He had christened each one of them when they were born: Sophie, Emma, and so on. After they had gone home again, the children learnt to their pride that he had named two new calves after them, Trudel and Lotty. There were four horses that were used for driving and ploughing. Lottchen was especially fond of horses.
"We really must go home," whispered mother. "Trudel will be anxious." "Oh, but mother I want to dance round the fire with the fairies, and I want a fairy wand with shooting stars," said Lotty almost aloud. Suddenly it seemed as if the fairies became aware that they were observed. They vanished away, and all became dark. Lottchen said she could hear the sound of little feet stamping out the fire.
"Such a pretty oak table and beautifully carved chairs; where did you get them from?" asked Lottchen. "I made them myself out of my own wood; it cheered me up a bit," said the little man. "One must do something, you know; looks snug, doesn't it? Ah, well I have known love, that is something to be proud of; I have experienced the most pleasing of human emotions.
Mother smiled what the children called her mysterious smile. "You look like two little wood-men yourselves," she said. "Lottchen, stand up straight in the hole and look at me." Lottchen stood up just fitting into the green mark on the tree behind her. She made a pretty picture, her laughing brown eyes with the long eyelashes, her rosy cheeks, and the wind-blown hair straying from under her hood.
Why, the little boy Max slept in the room which Lottchen shared with Thekla; and she heard him in the night as quickly as if she was his mother; when she had been sitting up with me, when I was so ill, Lottchen had had to attend to him; and it was weary work after a hard day to have to get up and soothe a teething child; she knew she had been cross enough sometimes; but Thekla was always good and gentle with him, however tired he was.
Meantime he was innocently preparing a new ingredient for the popular dish of horrors to be served at the ordinary of the city the next day. For the old servant's were not the only eyes that had seen him besides those of Teufelsbuerst. What could be more like a vampire, dragging his pall after him, than this apparition of poor, half-frozen Lottchen, crawling across the roof?
At the door of a room I found Lottchen crying; at the sight of me in that unwonted place she started, and began some kind of apology, broken both by tears and smiles, as she told me that the doctor said the danger was over past, and that Max was sleeping a gentle peaceful slumber in Thekla's arms arms that had held him all through the livelong night.
"You are surely not going to spoil the fun," said Trudel. "Come along; I'm going to get in first. I can swim, you know!" "But not in mud and water-weeds," said Lottchen wisely. The boys began to laugh at them. "Why, you're funky, I do believe; the pond isn't really deep anywhere," they said.
But he had never been seen in Doctor Lebensfunke's neighborhood; and, on the whole, Lottchen was inclined to attribute the Herr Doctor's trouble to an indefinable something whose nature was broadly hinted at by more tapping of the forehead. Ronald Wyde mounted the stairs, locked himself in his room, and wished himself out of the scrape he was getting into.
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