But the mother had taken her husband's hand and had drawn him away down the shady walk.
"All right, I agree to it all," said Mr.Birkenfeld over and over again, as his wife talked eagerly, while they walked back and forth.

Presently Mrs.Birkenfeld left him and crossed over to the next house.

She asked for Mrs.Ehrenreich, and now as they sat together by the window, she told Aunt Ninette in words that came from her heart, with what delight she had discovered that Dora was the daughter of her earliest and dearest friend; that friend from whom she had been so long separated, but whose memory was still green in her heart.

She wanted to learn all that could be told of her friend's life and death, but Aunt Ninette had little to tell.

She had never known Dora's mother; her brother had spent several years in America where he had married, and his wife had died in Hamburg shortly after Dora's birth.