"Is it that little brown-eyed gal o' March's, down in the valley, you're asking after?"
"Yes, yes, it are she!" exclaimed Ulrica: "haf you saw?"
"Yes," said the man: "I met her two hours ago well down the valley road, most to Cobb's cabin,—she an' her brother."
"Ach!" said Ulrica, and turned away without another word. Nor did she speak to a soul all the way home. She was hurt and offended. "It are first time," she said; "but it will not be last time. She haf found more as Ulrica," and poor Ulrica brooded over the thing till she made herself very unhappy. She would have been quite comforted if she had known that Nelly was feeling almost as badly about it as she did. Nelly did not remember, till she was half way to Lucinda's cabin, that she had not stopped to say good-by to Ulrica. As soon as she thought of it, she stood still, in the middle of the road, and said, "Oh, dear!" out loud. At first, she had half a mind to go back; but she knew that would be silly. So she trudged along, trying to hope that Ulrica would not have been watching for her. As soon as she saw Rob, she exclaimed:—
"Oh, Rob! I forgot to come by way of Ulrica's, as we always do. I'm afraid she is watching for me. If it hadn't been so far, I'd have gone back."
Rob looked astonished.
"Why, what in the world made you forget it?" he asked. "You don't like goat's milk as well as I do, or you wouldn't ever forget to go to Ulrica's!"
"Well, you'd have forgotten it yourself, this time," said Nelly, "I know, if you'd seen what I have."
Then she showed him the cups, and told him all about the good time she had had in Mr. Kleesman's rooms.
"What! that jolly old fellow with the pipe that looked like Santa Claus?" cried Rob. "Oh, Nell! don't you believe papa'll let me go with you, next time?"