Why, how white you two do look! I do believe you are sick.

Sit down; I'll fetch something.

That cake has disagreed with you.

It is a little heavy, but I thought--" She disappeared without finishing her sentence, and we hurried at once to the back window and looked toward the river.

There was a great crowd at the other end of the bridge, and people were flying toward that point from every direction.
"Oh, it is all over--poor Nikolaus! Why, oh, why did she let him get out of the house!" "Come away," said Seppi, half sobbing, "come quick--we can't bear to meet her; in five minutes she will know." But we were not to escape.