Cornelli sneaked out behind them, turned unseen around the corner of the house, and walked across the meadow to the path.
"To sit here under the hazel bush and read a fine book is really a pleasure not many children have," said Miss Dorner, sitting down on the bench.

"For this alone you should be grateful, instead of frowning and sulking all day, Cornelli--yes! But where has she gone again ?" the lady interrupted herself, glancing around.
"She disappeared as soon as we came out," her friend answered.

"Isn't Cornelli really peculiar?
She never says a friendly word and never gives a single sign of childish love.

She always runs away as soon as she possibly can." "I am so sorry for her father, who must long for a pleasant family life," Miss Dorner continued.

"He will never have this by the side of his only daughter, who seems to become more unfriendly and stubborn every day.