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A knock came at the door, and Fräulein's mild, musical face appeared in the aperture. "I fear to disturb you," she said, "but Regie say he cannot go to sleep till he see you." Hester introduced Fräulein to Rachel, and slipped down-stairs to the night nursery. Mary and Stella were already asleep in their high-barred cribs.
"Remember the time the Proctortoise caught us up here?" Sue Hemphill asked, helping herself to her sixth sandwich. "Proctortoise" was one of Fraulein's many appellations. "I never was so scared in my life. That was my first midnight feast, and I thought for some time it would be my last." "I reckon I do remember," Annabel said. "I lost my privileges for a month because I owned I got it up.
This letter, written in Fräulein's niggling little hand, Lady Kirkbank handed to Lesbia, who read it through in silence; but when she came to that part of the letter which told of her sister's marriage, her cheek grew ashy pale, her brow contracted, and she started to her feet and stared at Lady Kirkbank with wild, dilated eyes, as if she had been stung by an adder.
And now sometimes I wonder if I ever was really a child or just somebody always puzzling over something, always wanting to help and not knowing how just making mistakes." Hedwig looked up. In her Fraulein's voice was a tone she did not know, and on the lashes of her closed eyes she thought she saw tears. It was something very new and strange, and sudden fear filled her.
"I'll come in a second," said Miriam, adjusting hairpins. She was to read Goethe... with Fraulein Pfaff.... Fraulein knew she would be one of the few who would do for a Goethe reading. She reached the little room smiling with happiness. "Here she is," was Fraulein's greeting.
There was a quiet, slow turning of pages, and then a long indrawn sigh and Fraulein's clear, low, even voice, very gentle, not caustic now but with something child-like about it, "Und da kamen die Apostel zu Ihm...." Miriam had a moment of revolt. She would not sit there and let a woman read the Bible at her... and in that "smarmy" way.... in spirit she rose and marched out of the room.
At the Buchers the presentable red and gilt edition of his poems was kept in Fräulein's escritoire in her room. American education, Gard began to realize, was somehow on the wrong track here. It was trying to cultivate a Germany that no longer seemed to exist. It was diligently teaching and acclaiming Teutons who were repudiated in their own land.
"If you should fail to become more genial, more simple and natural as to your bearing, you will neither make yourself understood nor will you be loved by your pupils." "No " responded Miriam, assuming an air of puzzled and interested consideration of Fraulein's words. She was recovering. She must get to the end of the interview and get away and find the answer.
Some thirty years ago the father Rhiner, now dead and gone, the mother, whose voice is still a wonder, Fräulein Therese, and the three boys journeyed to London to sing before the Queen at her jubilee. This made them famous, and was the beginning of the Fräulein's love story, which was told me in London by Lady J., a relative of the duke who so nearly wrecked the Fräulein's life.
Perhaps it was that she had omitted to mention the alleviating circumstances Miss Everett's sweetness, Fraulein's praise, hours of relaxation in the grounds, signs of softening on the part of the girls, early hours and regular exercises, which sent her to the simple meals with an appetite she had never known at home.
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