Take these cakes--for yourselves--and give him this one, from his mother." The first thing we noticed when we entered Nikolaus's room was the time--a quarter to 10.

Could that be correct?
Only such a few minutes to live! I felt a contraction at my heart.

Nikolaus jumped up and gave us a glad welcome.

He was in good spirits over his plannings for his party and had not been lonesome.
"Sit down," he said, "and look at what I've been doing.

And I've finished a kite that you will say is a beauty.