“Ya, ya; moch better; ver moch better. Hush! away, tog! Keep away, mine goot tog!”
“Who? where? Tell me, where am I? Who are you?”
“Do not fear! we are friends: you have been ill!”
“Yes, yes! we are friends: you have been ill, sir. Do not fear us; we will watch you. This is the good doctor. This is mamma, and I am—”
“An angel from heaven, beautiful Zoe!”
The child looked at me with an expression of wonder, and blushed as she said—
“Hear, mamma! He knows my name!”
It was the first compliment she had ever received from the lips of love.
“It is goot, madame! he is ver moch relieft; he ver soon get over now. Keep away, mine goot Alp! Your master he get well: goot tog, down!”
“Perhaps, doctor, we should leave him. The noise—”