Leonore hates to leave us, but she has to.

She cried dreadfully once because she can never, never have a home.

As long as she lives she'll have to be homeless.

The beggar-woman who came with the two ragged children said that.

They were homeless, and Leonore said afterwards, 'I am that way, too,' and then she cried terribly, and we were sent out into the garden.