“Yes, go now, child, and think of what I told you!” said Martha, accompanying her.
“Yes, I will,” said Cornelli. She ran home quickly, because the desire to get to her room was urging her on.
Cornelli had never prayed so earnestly and heartily as she did that day. Kneeling beside her bed, she confided all her sorrow to her Father in Heaven, and begged Him to make her happy once more.
CHAPTER VIII
A MOTHER
When Mr. Hellmut sat down to his coffee in the morning he always found letters and newspapers on the breakfast table.
“Good gracious!” he exclaimed on the morning after the ladies’ departure, “what correspondents have you in town, Cornelli? Here is a letter for you.”
Cornelli, looking up from her cup, glanced incredulously at the letter.
“It is really for you. Listen! Miss Cornelli Hellmut, Iller-Stream, Iron Foundry,” the father read. “Here it is!”
Cornelli opened the letter under great suspense and read:
DEAR CORNELLI: