Nanna's pretty face was pressed against the window pane. Her little world had never before appeared so fresh and beautiful. So great was her abstraction that she did not hear the door open, as Carl with his peculiar lofty strides entered the room.
"Thank you, Nanna," said Carl. Nanna did not hear him. His voice was lost in her recollection of the words of the strange youth, she had met the day before.
"Thank you, Nanna," repeated Carl.
Nanna started. "What for?" said she.
"Do you not know?" replied Carl, "why for the flowers!"
"Flowers?"
"O," said Carl smiling imbecilely and gazing vacantly around the room.
"If you found lilacs in your room, I did not place them there," said Nanna.
"Ah! then perhaps little Christine sent them to me."