Oh, don't send me to town to so many children! Oh, I can't, I can't.

Oh, Papa, don't send me away!" Mr.Hellmut could not bear to see Cornelli's tears and still less to hear her supplications.

"But for her own good it has to be," he said to himself to strengthen his resolution.

Cornelli's lamentations were too much for him and he rushed away.
Several hours later, the time had come for supper and he returned from the iron foundry.
Esther came to meet him: "Oh, I am glad that you have come, Director," she said excitedly.

"When I went up to Cornelli just now she was crying.
I wanted her to taste some of the little plum cakes she usually likes so much, but the poor child only shrieked: 'Oh, leave me here, leave me here!' Oh, Mr.Hellmut, what if Cornelli should get sick and die ?" "Nonsense, Esther," he returned; "children do not die from obstinacy." The master of the house had tried to speak harshly, but he did not quite succeed.