“See there, our home!” she said, pointing to the White House, which stood out clear in the distance. He pressed her hand, but his voice failed him.
At the edge of the wood the carriage had to stop. Both got out and proceeded on foot.
Then he saw that she carried a little white parcel under her arm, which he had not seen before.
“What is that?” he asked.
“You will soon see,” she answered, while a serious smile crossed her face.
“A surprise?”
“A remembrance.”
When they entered the wood he perceived something black between the red stems which was hung with garlands.
“What does that mean?” he asked, stretching out his hand.
“Don’t you recognize your friend again?” she replied. “She wanted to be the first to greet you.”