"I just wish Papa was back already and everything was again as before." "What is it, Cornelli, what makes you so cross?
Come, sit down here a while and tell me about it," said Martha kindly.

She put a chair beside her own at the table where her mending lay neatly sorted out.
"Of course, you can't understand it, Martha," Cornelli continued, just as excited as before.

"Here with you everything is always the same and nobody comes and orders everything to be changed.

Now, I am not allowed to come in any more without getting washed; now, I cannot come out of the stable without changing my clothes.

Then I must not wash my hands at the hydrant because I get splashed, and, oh, so many new things have to be done; so different from before." "I am sure, Cornelli, that it is not at all bad that things should not always be the way they were before," said Martha reflectively.