They are only meant for children; the ladies won't bother about them and one can't cook them, either.

So they fall down and lie there, and Cornelli never raises her head when she goes by them." Martha was much too modest to say how she would have loved to have a little basket full of plums for her young boarder.

She never could give him any fruit and she knew how he would enjoy some.

But as long as he was staying with her she could not do it, for that would seem as if she were begging for herself.
"Yes, Esther," she said after a while, "I certainly have noticed how changed Cornelli is.

I pray to the Lord that everything will come right in the end.