"Hullo, Aunt Anna, seen a ghost?" Letty inquired pleasantly; but her heart sank into her boots all the same as she followed her into her room.
"Look," said Anna, showing her the paper, "how could you do it? For of course you did it. Herr Klutz doesn't speak English."
"Doesn't he though—he gets on like anything. He sits up all night——"
"How is it that this was possible?" interrupted Anna, striking the paper with her hand.
"It's pretty, isn't it," said Letty, faintly grinning. "The last line had to be changed a little. It isn't original, you know, except the Annas. I put in those. That footman mother got cheap because he had one finger too few sent it to Hilton on her birthday last year—she liked it awfully. The last line was 'Oh Hilton, Hilton, Hilton——'"
"How came you to talk such hideous nonsense with Herr Klutz, and about me?"
"I didn't. He began. He talked about you the whole time, and started doing it the very first day Leechy cooked."
"Cooked?"
"She is always in the kitchen with Frau Manske. We brought you some of the cakes one day, and you seemed as pleased as anything."
"And instead of learning German you and he have been making up this sort of thing?"