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Updated: May 14, 2025
The first suitors who presented themselves were the two boarders of the pretty little widow with the heart-shaped face, Herr Oehmchen and Herr Leinhose. They paid a visit to the Sperbers, but not together; neither knew of the other's intention. They did not venture to go directly to the Rauchfuss farm; the thing was to be conducted with utmost propriety. "Hallo!" thought Herr Sperber.
"For heaven's sake!" cried the Raven-mother. The rest sat in silent wonder; their number was complete who could it be? "Perhaps it's another one coming over from the Sperbers'," said Röse. "Heaven forbid!" said Beate. She was thinking, "It will be no life at all if I marry one of these it would be a hopeless business."
The old Sperbers began to be overburdened by the multitude of young people who developed a desire to visit them; and the nephew in particular grew tired of it. So they decided to give Beate Frau Kummerfelden's old friend, the Raven-mother, as a chaperon.
They were frugal people; the Sperbers and the Weimar folks were in the habit of drinking of an evening the honest home-brewed stuff that was brought in open pails from the town hall and then bottled. The engraver held his glass in his hand and gazed into it. "On my way to this Promised Land of yours," he said, "I sat in a village tavern and drank the wretched beer they gave me.
She wanted to show the old Sperbers that she could be a good housewife and manager. Although the real responsibility lay upon the bailiff and the housekeeper, she would not altogether let go of the helm. She insisted on knowing everything that was to be done and giving her approval. "The young rascal!" said old Sperber.
"Go!" cried the courtier, stretching out his long, soft hands as if to ward off some danger. "Remember that there are young ladies present." "Leave the room, you stupid creature!" growled the Sperbers' nephew. "Off with you!" Still grinning, the maid disappeared. Beate laughed. It seemed as if fresh air had come into the room. She drew a long breath.
If she only hadn't that cursed red hair ... but she runs about like a blazing torch, and everybody that sees her takes after her, down to the very farmboy!" She lived like a queen up on the hill, although the old Sperbers growled and blamed her for doing what she thought best and staying in her father's house, instead of moving over to theirs and letting the farm out.
"I'm thirsty," said Röse, "and now we can't expect to get any supper at the Sperbers' we'll be lucky if we get in without a scolding." Beate had an idea: "Let's go into the cow-stable and drink fresh milk." Every one was agreeable. "But we shall have to be very quiet, because the men sleep quite near." So they stole cautiously into the stable, Beate carrying the lantern.
She thought of going to all the people she knew, whom she felt to be kind-hearted and begging them to watch over her child; to the Sperbers, her neighbors, to old Frau Kummerfelden who had a sewing-school in Weimar, to her pastor. She found few, as she passed them in review for qualities of heart and head, of whom she could be sure that they would not soon forget her prayer.
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