Here were the works of the great iron foundry, well known far and wide, since most of those who lived in the neighborhood found employment there.
Glancing at the large doors and seeing that they were closed, Cornelli flew by them with great bounds.

In an isolated house, well raised above the stream, lived the proprietor of the foundry.

Beautiful flower gardens were on three sides.
Cornelli approached the open space in front and was soon inside.
Flinging her hat into a corner, she entered the room where her father was already sitting at table.

He did not even look up, for he was holding a large newspaper in front of him.

As Cornelli's soup was waiting for her, she ate it quickly, and since her father made no movement behind his paper, she helped herself to everything else that was before her.
While she was nibbling on an apple, her father looked up and said: "I see that you have caught up with me, Cornelli.