She always says that that young lady was as lovely as an angel and that there could not be anybody in the world as wonderful as she." "I am rather glad if Leonore is not like an angel, for she might not be my friend then," Mea said quickly.

"Elvira even, who certainly is not at all like an angel, has to break her friendship with me every few weeks." "Maybe she does that because she is so little like an angel," Loneli suggested.
At this both children laughed.

Often Loneli found exactly the right word to say which would throw light on the matter.

Kurt always enjoyed these remarks of hers.
At that moment shrieks of joy sounded from the house: "Mama is coming! Mama is coming!" Lippo, the watchman, had posted himself again on the stairs as soon as he had returned from school, and he had found ample work there.

Kurt had again forgotten the command and had to be chased away, and even Bruno had made an attempt to quietly steal up to his mother.