"Yes."
"And that I made get well again?"
"Oh, did you, dear?" laughed Nancy. "I did not know that."
"I did it," said Anne-Marie, with deep and serious mien. "I made him get well. Do you remember the seven candles round my cake?"
"I heard of them. You were seven when you were at the Gartenhaus; and I was away from you." And Nancy sighed.
"And you know about the birthday wishes?" asked the eager Anne-Marie. "The Poetry says:
"The heart must be pure,
The Wish must be sure,
The blow must be one—
The magic is done!"
"What terrible lines!" said Nancy.
"Fräulein did them, from the German," said Anne-Marie.
"What is the blow?"