“This, of course. Do you remember how you gave it to me to read the first evening I was at your house?”
Frieda had been looking the shelves over as if seeking something, and now straightened up, disappointed.
“Nowhere is there the Laetus Sorte Mea book,” she said sadly.
“That’s so!” exclaimed Catherine, regretfully. “We’ll put it on the suggestion list at once. Do you see any other lack, any of you?”
They all laughed, looking about at the few hundred volumes on the shelves, but Frieda said earnestly:
214“There are many Germans here, Dr. Harlow told me. And the older ones cannot read English. Can they have no share in the library?”
“That’s right,” said Alice. “They are taxpayers and I should think you ought to get a few German books every year, Catherine. It’s done in other places.”
Algernon was at liberty for a moment, and came over to the group.
“Are we talking too much?” asked Catherine.
“No, no. There’s no one at the reading-table. What are you discussing?”