Flocks of gay birds sat carolling on the luxuriant branches of the fir trees, and their songs filled the room with laughter.

The Baron let his gaze roam out to the trees with their merry minstrels and back again to the pleasant chamber.
"You have accomplished miracles, Mrs.Apollonie," he cried out.

"It only took you two days to change this mournful cave into a pleasant abode where young people could be happy.

Please take me back to my mother's room now and come to me as soon as you find time, for I have something to talk over with you." An interview lasting a considerable time took place that afternoon.
Loneli had been thinking about Kurt and Mea while she was wandering happily up and down the terrace, and she wondered how soon they would hear of the great event.

She was very anxious for them to pay her a visit, for which she was already making plans.
When Loneli came back from her stroll, she saw her grandmother sitting on the window-seat, sobbing violently.
"But grandmother, why are you crying?
Everything is so wonderful here, and all the birds outside are singing." "I am singing with them in my heart, child; these tears are tears of joy," said the grandmother.