“Was fur katzen jammer! What for cats' music mak'st thou there?”
“Where 's the girls, Andy?” whispered Daltou in the old man's ear.
“They 're gone,” muttered he.
“Gone where? where did they go?”
“Fort mit ihm. Away with him. Leave him not stay. Mein head is heavy, and mein brain turn round!” screamed Hansel.
“Will ye tell me where they 're gone, I say?” cried Daiton, angrily.
“Hushoo! husho!” sang out the old man, as he fancied he was composing his charge to sleep; and then made signs to Dalton to be still and not awaken him.
With an angry muttering Dalton turned away and left the chamber, totally regardless of Hanserl's entreaties to take Andy along with him.
“You're just good company for each other!” said he, sulkily, to himself. “But where 's these girls, I wonder?”
“Oh, papa, I have found you at last!” cried Kate, as, bounding down the stairs half a dozen steps at a time, she threw her arm round him. “She's here! she's upstairs with us; and so delightful, and so kind, and so beautiful. I never believed any one could be so charming.”