“Yes, you can,” Maezli declared.  “Her house is a lovely place to live in.  Loneli is there, who does everything one wants her to, and Apollonie always cooks what one likes best.”

Kurt made a little enigmatical remark to Maezli about her greed, but before she could have it explained to her, the mother turned to Leonore.

“I do not want you to be deluded by this thought, dear child,” she said, “for that might only bring you disappointment.  As soon as you are well, you can walk to Apollonie’s cottage and then you will see what a tiny place it is.  The great obstacle of Salo’s studies would not be put aside in that way, either, for he could not join you there for years.”

“Oh, I was thinking all the time how lovely it would be to live with Apollonie!  It would be so wonderful—­I could live with her there and Salo could come to us in the holidays till he is through with his studies.  Then we could both settle here in the neighborhood.”

Leonore had been counting on this new scheme and she looked up at Mrs. Maxa as if she longed for her consent.  As Mrs. Maxa did not have the heart to shatter the child’s hopes completely, she decided to let the matter rest for the present.  As soon as they could visit Apollonie, Leonore could judge for herself how impossible the plan was.

Leonore’s eyes were usually very sad, but occasionally she would look quite merry, and it was so that she appeared that evening when the children were surrounding her on all sides.  When each had to tell her so much and tried to be nearest her, she experienced the feeling that she had come to a family to which she really belonged.  Each of the children had founded a special relation with Leonore.  Bruno saw himself as her protector and adviser, and as her brother’s close friend he meant to keep an active watch over her.  Mea, whose thoughts had been completely absorbed for days in her new friend, brought her all the warmth of a heart which craved friendship passionately.  Kurt had made it his duty to cheer up the rather melancholy child as much as was in his power.  Lippo, still filled a little with his post of sentinel, always came close to her as if he still needed to watch over her.  Maezli was of the firm opinion that she had to entertain the guest, so she would relate fragments of funny things she knew, passing from one to another.  In this way Leonore got to hear of the Knippel family.  The time passed so quickly that loud laments were heard when the mother announced that it was time for Leonore to retire.  She did not want her strength to be overtaxed on her first day out of bed.

“We shall have many more days after this when we can be together,” she added.  “Let us be glad of that.”

“There might not be so many, for I feel quite well already,” Leonore said with a sigh.

Mrs. Maxa smiled.