They spent a cozy half hour chatting in German or English, as the spirit or their respective inabilities moved them, and when Karl arrived to escort them to the station, they were in a blithe mood, which even the ordeal of parting from Miss Lyndesay did not shake.
“You are coming very soon to visit me,” she said, as she kissed them good-by, “and you are both to be good until then, and not belligerent. Remember you are children no longer.”
“Aren’t you a child any longer, Frieda?” asked Hannah with interest, as they entered the carriage.
119“Indeed, I am not. Did you not see that I make no more Knixes?”
“That’s so. Isn’t it fun not to? Don’t you ever forget?”
“Only once. When I met Miss Lyndesay in the churchyard,” said Frieda, dwelling on the memory.
“No wonder!” said Karl. “I would salaam before her, myself.”
“So would I!” agreed Hannah. “But Frieda, then, if you are no longer a child, at last you have a will?”
Frieda nodded her head emphatically.
“Now,” she said, “I have a will.”