He had a high helmet on his head besides, with a still higher bunch of black plumes that nodded in the most frightful way." A gleam of joy sparkled in Loneli's eyes.

Flying away like an arrow, she sought out Mrs.Maxa's house.

Kurt was standing at the hawthorn hedge in front of the garden with his schoolbag still slung around him.

He had not rushed in ahead of the others according to his custom.
With puckered brow he was pulling one leaf after another from the hedge.
Then he flung them all away, as if he wanted with each to rid himself of a disagreeable thought.
"Kurt," Loneli called to him, "please wait a moment.

Don't go in yet, for I want to tell you something." When Loneli stood beside Kurt she was suddenly filled with embarrassment.
She knew exactly what she had to say, but it would sound as if she was trying to examine Kurt.