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Updated: May 12, 2025
Adrian rushed with long leaps to his little attic room, dressed himself neatly, and entered the presence of his family before the master of the house had asked the blessing. The doublet and stocking could be confided to the hands of Aunt Barbara or Trautchen, at some opportune hour.
Maria blushed, but the widow seized the knife and opened the hen-coop. Trautchen was helping the two ladies in the kitchen, but she was frequently interrupted in her work, for this morning the knocker on the door had no rest, and those who entered must have brought the burgomaster no pleasant news, for his deep, angry voice was often audible.
Trautchen, the old maid-servant, opened the door, and in the spacious, dusky entrance-hall, where the bales of leather were packed closely together, did not notice the dilapidation of his outer man. He hurried swiftly up the stairs. The dining-room door was open, and marvellous the table was still untouched, his father must have remained at the town-hall longer than usual.
"Do you think so?" he asked, all the sins of the forenoon returning to his mind. But unluckily they caused him no repentance; on the contrary, his eyes began to sparkle mischievously, and a smile hovered around his lips, as he patted the old woman's shoulder, whispering softly in her ear: "The hair flew to-day, Trautchen. My doublet and new stockings are lying up in my room under the bed.
Her white caps were now plaited with almost coquettish skill and care, and the firm, contented manner in which she ruled Trautchen and the two under maid-servants showed that everything was going on well in Peter's house and business. It was worth while to do a great deal for the guests upstairs.
Nobody can mend as well as you." Trautchen shook her finger at him, but he turned hastily back and ran towards the Zyl-gate, this time to lead the Spaniards against the Netherlanders. The burgomaster had pressed the nobleman to sit down in the study-chair, while he himself leaned in a half-sitting attitude on the writing-table, listening somewhat impatiently to his distinguished guest.
Trautchen brought in the lamp, and at last Peter's step was heard on the stairs. It must be he, and yet it was not, for he never came up with such slow and dragging feet. Then the study door opened. It was he! What could have happened, what had the citizens determined? With an anxious heart, she told Trautchen to stay with the child, and then went to her husband.
"Captain Allertssohn will be buried to-morrow, and we are going to make some wreaths for the coffin." "Make wreaths!" cried Henrica, "I can teach you that! There, Trautchen, take the plate and call the little ones." The servant went away, but Maria said anxiously: "You will exert yourself too much again, Henrica." "I? I shall be singing again to-morrow.
True, the cautious house-keeper, who expected everything good from Maria except the capacity of showing herself an able, clever mistress of the house, had charged Trautchen to warn her mistress against being cheated.
Come here, Trautchen. The woollen stockings I knit for him are up in the painted chest. Make haste and fetch them. He may need them on the water in the damp autumn weather. You'll take them with you?" "Willingly, most willingly; and now let me thank you for all your kindness. You have been like an own mother to me."
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