It was clearly evident, however, that the approaching girl had no intention of changing her pace, despite the fact that she must have noticed long ago the friend who was hurrying towards her.
"She certainly could move her proud stilts a little quicker when she sees how Mea is running," Kurt said angrily.

"Mea shouldn't do it.

Oh, well, I shall make a song about Elvira that she won't ever forget." Kurt now ran away, too, but in the opposite direction, where he had discovered his mother.

She was standing before a rose bush from which she was cutting faded blossoms and twigs.

Kurt was glad to find his mother busy with work which did not occupy her thoughts, as he often longed for such an opportunity without success.