You can go to Martha to-morrow.

Listen well to her words, for she is your best friend." Cornelli could not have heard a more consoling word.

It sounded so hopeful after all the horrible news about going away.
"Can't I go to Martha right away ?" she said longingly.
"Yes, you can, Cornelli," replied her father, "but you have not eaten anything yet." "That does not matter," said Cornelli, already running down the stairs.
At last Cornelli was running again.

She flew quickly up the little stairs and into Martha's room.
"I have to go away, Martha, but not right away.

Papa says that I have to go," the child called out on entering.