The castle-steward, leaning back in his chair, said nothing more.

"Do you find it very tiresome here ?" Maezli asked sympathetically.
"Yes, I do," was the answer.
"Have you no picture-book" "No." "Oh, I'll bring you one, as soon as I come again.

And then--but perhaps you have a headache ?" Maezli interrupted herself.

"When my mama wrinkles up her forehead the way you do she always has a headache, and one must get her some cold water to make it better.

I'll quickly get some," and the next instant Maezli was gone.
"Come back, child!" the gentleman called after her.