How should one always just be able to say the right word ?" His sister smiled.
"Do you admit now, Philip, that bringing up children is not a very simple matter ?" "There is a truth in what you say.

On the other hand, it does not look very terrible, either," the brother said with a glance at Maezli, who was quietly and peacefully sitting at the table, eating her bread and milk in the most orderly fashion.
She had been compelled to stop in the middle of breakfast by the excitement caused by Lippo.

It had been very thrilling, but now she could calmly finish.
Uncle Philip suddenly discovered that the tune set for his departure was already past.

Taking a rapid leave of his sister, he started to rush off, but she held him for a moment.
"Please, Philip, try to find out for me about the little girl, to whom she belongs, and with whom she is travelling," she begged him eagerly.
"Please do that for me! If your supposition, that she is Leonore's child is right, I simply must see her.

Nobody can prevent me from seeing her once at least." "We'll see, we'll see," the brother answered hurriedly, and was gone the next moment.
The day had started with so much agitation and it had all taken so much time that Mrs.Maxa had her hands full now in order to complete the most necessary tasks before the children came back from school.
Maezli was very obedient to-day and had settled down on her little chair.
She was virtuously knitting on a white rag, which was to receive a bright red border and was destined to dust Uncle Philip's desk.