Could ye go to-morrow?"
"Yes, indeed, for one month."
"All right, it's a bargain."
And so Rolf took the plunge that influenced his whole life.
But Annette whispered gleefully and excitedly, "May I have some
of that, and that?" pointing to every strange food she could see,
and got them all.
After noon they set out on their return journey, An- nette
clutching her prizes, and prattling incessantly, while Rolf
walked alongside, thinking deeply, replying to her chatter, but
depressed by the thought of good-bye tomorrow. He was aroused at
length by a scraping sound overhead and a sharp reprimand, "Rolf,
you'll tear my new parasol, if you don't lead the horse better."
By two o'clock they were at Callan's. Another hour and they had
crossed the lake, and Annette, shrill with joy, was displaying
her treasures to the wonder and envy of her kin.
Making a dress was a simple matter in those and Marta promised:
"Yah, soom day ven I one have, shall I it sew." Meanwhile,
Annette was quaffing deep, soul-satisfying draughts in the mere
contempt of the yellow, red, green, and blue glories in which was
soon to appear in public.
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