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If she were known to be in the room beyond the little schoolroom, lunch was taken in silence except for Gertrude's sallies, cheerful generalisations from Minna or Jimmie, and grudging murmurs of response. On the mornings of Fraulein's German readings the school never went to Kreipe's. Going to Kreipe's Miriam perceived was a sign of fair weather. They had been twice since her coming.
Can you find anything more terrible than that such occasion where all may work and influence each other for all life in purity and goodness that such occasion should be used impurely? Like a dawn, like a dawn for purity should be the life of a maiden. Calm, and pure and with holy prayer." Miriam repeated these words in her mind trying to dwell on the beauty of Fraulein's middle tones.
Miriam took but a small part in the work Minna was paying long visits to the aurist every day but she shared the depleted table and knew that the whole school was taking part in weathering the storm of Fraulein's ill-humour that had broken first upon Anna.
She was an exquisite needlewoman, but all the activity of her untiring hands was hardly able to stem the tide of mending that was for ever flowing in upon her. When was she to find time to finish the darling little garments which the new baby required? Fräulein had been kind in helping, but Fräulein's eyes are not very strong, or her stitches in consequence very small. Mrs.
"Wave, children," said Fraulein's trembling voice, "wave" and the girls collected in a little group on the crest of the bridge and waved with raised arms. "Ghastly, isn't it?" said Gertrude, glancing at Miriam as they moved on. Miriam was cold with apprehension. "Are they mad?" she whispered.
As the English pupil-teacher bound to suffer all things or go home, she sat on. Presently her ear was charmed by Fraulein's slow clear enunciation, her pure unaspirated North German. It seemed to suit the narrative and the narrative was new, vivid and real in this new tongue. She saw presently the little group of figures talking by the lake and was sorry when Fraulein's voice ceased.
"That's a thrush," she heard Bertha Martin say as a chattering flew across a distant garden and Fraulein's half-singing reply, "Know you, children, what the thrush says? Know you?" and Minna's eager voice sounding out into the open, "D'ja, d'ja, ich, weiss Ritzifizier, sagt sie, Ritzifizier, das vierundzwanzigste Jahr!" and voices imitating. "Spring! Spring!
Fraulein's calm voice came almost in a whisper, "Vater unser... der Du bist im Himmel," and the murmuring voices of the girls followed her. Miriam went to bed content, wrapped in music. The theme of Carlo's solo recurred again and again; and every time it brought something of the wonderful light the sense of going forward and forward through space. She fell asleep somewhere outside the world.
And I fell to thinking of certain things which an American friend had lately told me, sitting in the twilight with her head a little averted, about a certain governess of hers I can remember from my childhood. Pathetic things, heroic ones, nothings; all ending off in the story of a farewell letter, treasured many years, lost on a journey.... "Do you remember Fräulein's bonnet?
The spell broken, he turned about and asked: "Also! what did the French people," he wouldn't call them Herrschaft "say to the gracious Fraulein's splendid shot?" Ruth stopped and looked absently at him, then flushed and recovered herself quickly. It was the first time she had remembered her stag. "I fear," said she, "that French people would disapprove a young lady's shooting.
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