"But run to tell her that Franz Delemann is here, and Carl Auchester with him; or if you cannot remember this name, Delemann's alone will do."
"But she knows, for we heard them come in, and she said she should stay in her room; but that if Mr. Delemann had a letter for her I might carry it there."
"I don't know whether there is a letter in here, Josephine, but this basket came for her."
"How pretty!" said Josephine; and she stretched her tiny hand, a smile just shining over her face that reminded me of her beautiful sister. I saw she was anxious to possess herself of it, but I could not resist my own desire to be the bearer.
"Let me take it to her!" I exclaimed impulsively. Cerinthia looked up, and Franz, too, surprised enough; but I did not care, I rose. "She can send me back again, if she is angry," I pleaded; and Cerinthia fairly laughed.
"Oh, you may go! She will not send you back, though I should certainly be sent back if I took such a liberty."
"Neither would she admit me," said Delemann.
"Why, you came last Sunday," put in little Josephine and then she looked at me, with one little finger to her lip.
"Come too!"
So we went, she springing before me to a door which she left ajar as she entered, while I discreetly remained outside.