"O, if that were but possible!" she clasped her hands and lifted her eyes, confidingly, to the face of her youthful friend.
"It shall be possible, Nanna. You have my word for it. If I had been here it would not have happened."
"I thought so. An inner voice told me that if he would only come to us all would be well again."
"I am grateful for your confidence and shall always remember it with pleasure."
"Remember it!" exclaimed Nanna, "are you going to leave us again?"
Nanna again clasped her hands, and this action and the mournful expression of her countenance spoke more than words could have expressed.
"Will you miss me, Nanna?"
"Always."
"And perhaps wish we had never met?" inquired Gottlieb earnestly.
"Ah, no," replied Nanna warmly, "the remembrance of you will perhaps work a happier future for me than I would have had without it."