It will also keep you from making uncertain plans, which might only bring fresh disappointments." Leonore had attentively followed every word Mrs.Maxa had uttered.
Looking thoughtfully in front of her for a moment, she said, "Aunt Maxa"-- this was the mode of address she had long ago been granted--"don't you want me to think of Apollonie's cottage either?
Shall we have a disappointment, if I hope that we can find a home there ?" "Yes, my dear child.

It is entirely out of the question for you and your brother to live there.

I should not tell you this if I were not absolutely certain, and you can imagine that I should not shatter such a hope if I did not have to." It hurt Mrs.Maxa very much to say this, but she found it necessary.
She knew that Apollonie in her measureless love and admiration would never be able to refuse a single one of Leonore's wishes, even if it meant the impossible.
"I shall not think about it any more then," said Leonore, embracing Mrs.
Maxa with utter confidence, "and I shall be glad now that I can still remain with you." Later that evening when the children were all together and Leonore had conquered her grief for that day, a letter came for their mother from Hanover.

She had informed the ladies of Leonore's complete recovery and had added that the doctor thought it necessary for the child to enjoy the strengthening mountain air for a while longer.

She herself had no other wish than to keep Leonore in her house as long as possible.