The widow laid her finger on her lips.

"Not a word, mind, to Minna!" she whispered.

"We understand each other--don't we ?" I said, "Yes, certainly." And so the subject was dropped for the rest of the evening.
The charming girl came in carrying the tea-tray.

She especially directed my attention to a cake which she had made that day with her own hands.

"I can cook," she said, "and I can make my own dresses--and if Fritz is a poor man when he marries me, I can save him the expense of a servant." Our talk at the tea-table was, I dare say, too trifling to be recorded.