Maezli cried loudly over and over again, "Oh, Salo, please come soon again, please come soon again." When the carriage was rolling away and the handkerchiefs that fluttered him last greetings were all Salo could see from the distance, he rapidly brushed away a few tears.

He had never felt so thoroughly at home anywhere in the world before.

How happy he had been! The thought of going far away and possibly never coming back gave him a little pang of grief.
When the children returned at noon from school they were still full of their vivid impression of Salo's sudden appearance and departure.

They were all anxious to tell their mother about it, because they knew that they could always count on her lively sympathy.

One or the other of the children kept forgetting that the mother must not be sought and would absent-mindedly make an attempt to go upstairs, but they were always met by unexpected resistance.