"Oh, yes! yes! I longed to see you, too."
"It's strange, but you don't say that with all your heart, as I do! You have a curious manner. Have you been sick? You are quite pale.—Oh! there is certainly something wrong!"
"Why, no—you are mistaken; I am not sick at all!"
"So much the better.—But how does it happen that you are in this room looking on the street—you, who never used to leave your own bedroom?"
"Why, I am here—I am here——"
"Yes, I see that you are here!"
"I am here because I asked father's permission to put my lovely rosebush on this balcony, which is a much better place for it; and then—I—I have to come here to tend it."
"Ah! so it's on account of your rosebush?"
"And then, it is much livelier here than in my room."
"That is true enough. But when your mother comes home, I am very sure that she will make you carry your rosebush back to your room, and will forbid your coming here any more."