"Oh, look at the golden buttercups! Oh, look, look; see all the blue forget-me-nots!" Cornelli had jumped up, for she could not sit still anymore, and was looking forwards and backwards, to right and to left.

The meadows had never been so full of flowers, and every few moments Cornelli cried out with delight.

When the carriage drove into the courtyard, Cornelli was the first to jump down.
"Oh, Esther, how are you ?" she called to her old friend.

Full of dignity and covered with a spotless white apron, the cook stood ready to receive the guests.
"Oh, now I am home again! Is everything still the same?
Is the garden still the way it was?
And Martha and her house, too ?" "Yes, yes, Cornelli.

And how are you ?" returned Esther, looking eagerly at Cornelli.