Kurt, looking up, saw how the meadows were sparkling outside.
"The two rascally milk-spillers from yesterday ought to be locked up for the whole day," Kurt suddenly exploded.
Mea apparently had been busy with the same thought for she assented very eagerly.

The two talked over the whole affair anew and had to give vent to their indignation about the scoundrels and their pity for poor Loneli.
Maezli must have found the conversation entertaining, for glancing over to the others, she let Lippo place the blocks whichever way he pleased, something that very seldom happened.

Only when the children said no more she came back to her task.
"Goodness gracious!" Kurt exclaimed suddenly, starting up from his drawing; "you ought to have reminded me, Mea, that we have to bring some clothes to school for the poor people whose houses were burnt up.

You heard it, but mother does not even know about it yet." "I forgot it, too," said Mea quietly, continuing to read.
"Mother knows about it long ago.

I told her right away," Lippo declared.
"Teacher told us to be sure not to forget." "Quite right, little school fox," Kurt replied, while he calmly kept on drawing.