With the doctor's permission, she had walked up and down her room several times, sat a longer time at the open window, relished her chicken, and when Maria entered, was seated in the softly-cushioned arm-chair, rejoicing in the consciousness of increasing strength.
Maria was delighted at her improved appearance, and told her how well she looked that day.
"I can return the compliment," replied Henrica.

"You look very happy.
What has happened to you ?" "To me?
Oh! my husband was more cheerful than usual, and there was a great deal to tell at dinner.

I've only come to enquire for your health.
I will see you later.

Now I must go with the children to a sorrowful task." "With the children?
What have the little elf and Signor Salvatore to do with sorrow ?" "Captain Allertssohn will be buried to-morrow, and we are going to make some wreaths for the coffin." "Make wreaths!" cried Henrica, "I can teach you that! There, Trautchen, take the plate and call the little ones." The servant went away, but Maria said anxiously: "You will exert yourself too much again, Henrica." "I?
I shall be singing again to-morrow.

My preserver's potion does wonders, I assure you.