With leaps and bounds she followed the rushing Iller-Stream, till the narrow path reached the wide country road.

Here stood the stately inn, which was the post office of the place.

In the open doorway stood the smiling and rotund wife of the innkeeper.
"How far are you going at this lively pace ?" she smilingly asked the child.
"I am only coming to you," Cornelli replied.

She was very much out of breath, so she paused before adding: "I have to mail a letter." "Is that so?
Just give it to me and we'll attend to it," said the woman.

Holding the hand the child had offered her, she added: "You are well off, Cornelli, are you not?
You do not know what trouble is, do you, child ?" Cornelli shook her head.
"Yes, of course.