"No, Lenz; garnets are quite old fashioned; I can't wear them; besides, they scratch my throat. As I can't wear them, I will exchange them at some jeweller's."
"No, you must not do that."
"Just as you choose. But what can be your objection? What have you there besides?"
"What I would give to no living creature but you. It belonged to my poor mother. It is of no value, but still it has a charm attached to it."
"Well, show me this wonder."
"Here it is; look at it."
"What is it?"
"This is Edelweiss, a little plant that grows under the snow. Read what my mother wrote on the paper in which it is folded."
"I can't read it, the writing is so bad."
Lenz winced at this remark, though Annele only followed the custom of the country in calling an indistinct hand bad writing. She continued: "Read it to me yourself."