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Then she went to poor Bessie, who sat, pale and weak, in a little chair. Her prettiest doll had been lying an hour in the same position on her lap. The child's little hands and will were too feeble to move the toy. Trautchen brought in a cup of new milk.
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.
"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.
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.
Just as she had put the last gold pin in her hair, and was considering whether the place of honor at the table belonged to Herr Van Bronkhorst, as representative of the Prince, or to the older Herr yon Nordwyk, Trautchen knocked at the door and informed her, that Doctor Bontius wished to see the burgomaster on urgent business.
"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.
Trautchen will bring some hoops and strings, and then we'll bind the wreaths." Junker Georg's remark, that this was a lucky day, seemed to be verified; for the young wife found Henrica bright and free from pain.
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.
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.
Then she went to poor Bessie, who sat, pale and weak, in a little chair. Her prettiest doll had been lying an hour in the same position on her lap. The child's little hands and will were too feeble to move the toy. Trautchen brought in a cup of new milk.
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