'He's tired,' she explained. 'He is only four. He only had his first breeches this spring.' They came almost under his armpits, and were held up by broad linen braces, which, his sorrow diverted for the moment, he patted proudly.
'Yes, beautiful, dear,' said both girls.
'Go away!' said Frau Ebermann. 'Go home to your father and mother!'
Their faces grew grave at once.
'H'sh! We can't,' whispered the eldest. 'There isn't anything left.'
'All gone,' a boy echoed, and he puffed through pursed lips. 'Like that, uncle told me. Both cows too.'
'And my own three ducks,' the boy on the girl's lap said sleepily.
'So, you see, we came here.' The elder girl leaned forward a little, caressing the child she rocked.
'I--I don't understand,' said Frau Ebermann 'Are you lost, then? You must tell our police.'
'Oh no; we are only waiting.'