"The case is not clear to me," said Frank, smiling secretly at the earnestness of the questioner. "My casuistic knowledge is not sufficient to solve such a question reasonably."
"The church only forbids servile work," said she. "I consider knitting and sewing as something better than doing nothing."
"I am rejoiced that you are not narrow-minded, Fräulein. But this little stocking does not fit your feet?"
"It is for little bare feet in Salingen," she replied, laying the finished stocking on the table and stroking it with both hands as a work of love.
"I have heard of your beneficence," said Frank. "You knit, sew, and cook for the poor people. You are a refuge for all the needy and distressed. How good in you!"
"You exaggerate, Herr Frank. I do a little sometimes, but not more than I can do with the house-work, which is scarcely worth mentioning. I make no sacrifice in doing it; on the contrary, the poor give me more than I give them; for giving is to every one more pleasant than receiving."
"To every one, Fräulein?"
"To every one who can give without denying herself."
"But you are accustomed also to visit the sick, and the hovels of poverty are certainly not attractive."
"Indeed, Herr Frank, very attractive," she answered quickly. "The thanks of the poor sick are so affecting and elevating that one is paid a thousand times for a little trouble."