But he could find her nowhere, neither in the hall nor in the garden, and he got no answer to his loud, repeated calls.

Finally a reply came which sounded strangely muffled, as if from up above, so he went up and into her bedroom.

There Maezli was sitting in the middle of a heap of clothes, her head thrust far into a wardrobe.

Apparently she was still pulling out more things.
"You certainly are doing something wonderful," said Lippo, glancing with his big eyes at the clothes on the floor.
"I am doing the right thing," said Maezli now in the most decided tone.
"Kurt has said that we must send the poor people some clothes, so we must take them all out and lay together everything we don't need any more.
Mama will be glad when she has no more to do about it and they can be sent away to-morrow.

Now get your things, too, and we'll put them all in a heap." The matter, however, seemed still rather doubtful to Lippo.