Never has anybody been so nice and pleased us so.

I wish I could have told her who is here now, though we don't know her yet; but Elvira keeps on turning her back on me.

You see, Loneli, the nicest boy, about Bruno's age, came to see us, and his sister is sick upstairs.

We are not allowed to see her just yet, but I can hardly wait till she comes down.

If she is as nice as her brother, she is the nicest child any of us have ever seen." At this description Loneli's vivacious eyes fairly gleamed with sympathy.
"What is her name," she asked expectantly.
"Leonore," Mea answered.
"Oh," Loneli immediately began, "my grandmother also knew a young lady called Leonore.