I naturally asked what was the matter.
"Don't stop me!" was the only answer I received.
"But where are you going, Minna ?" "I am going to Fritz, to be comforted." "Has anybody behaved harshly to you ?" "Yes, mamma has behaved harshly to me.

For the first time in my life," said the spoilt child, with a strong sense of injury, "she has locked the door of her room, and refused to let me in." "But why ?" "How can I tell?
I believe it has something to do with that horrid man I told you of.

You sent a letter upstairs this morning.

I met Joseph on the landing, and took the letter to her myself.

Why shouldn't I look at the postmark?
Where was the harm in saying to her, 'A letter, mamma, from Wurzburg'?
She looked at me as if I had mortally offended her--and pointed to the door, and locked herself in.