He drew a martyr’s breath.
“You do beat all! I don’t know how we’re ever going to get all this stuff along with us. There isn’t anything more, is there, Ottillie?”
“Oh, mais non, monsieur!”
“All right. You better have them take all this down; the cab must be there by this time.”
Rosina stood up.
“I must say good-bye to Fraulein Hélène and her mamma,” she said sadly, going to the door.
The good-bye was a trying one, and its tears were harshly interrupted by a voice in the hall:
“Come on, Rosina, we’re going to miss that train for a fact if you don’t hurry.”
“Go, my dear child,” said Frau G——; “do not weep so. Many think that they are going forever, but they all always return.”
Rosina choked, and went.