As the storm began to abate a little party of English went to the kitchen and brought back milk and biscuits and jam.
11
“You will be asleep, Miss Hendershon.” Miriam started at the sound of Ulrica’s wailing whisper. Fräulein had only just gone. She had been sitting on the end of Emma’s bed talking quietly of self-control and now Emma was asleep. Ulrica’s corner had been perfectly quiet. Miriam had been lying listening to the steady swishing of the rain against the chestnut leaves.
“No; what is it?”
“Oh, most wonderful. Ich bin so empfindlich. I am so sensible.”
“Sensitive?”
“Oh, it was most wonderful. Only hear and I shall tell you. This evening when the storm leave himself down it was exactly as my Konfirmation.”
“Yes.”
“It was as my Konfirmation. I think of that wonderful day, my white dress, the flower-bouquet and how I weeped always. Oh, it was all of most beautifullest. I am so sensible.”
“Oh, yes,” whispered Miriam.