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ldren at first, when they presented their cards. She took the oak-leaf cards and pressed them to her heart. "Heart of oak! King of the forest! for ever mine," she murmured, and her words were like the sound that a little brook makes when it trickles beneath dark forest trees. "He sends you his love," said the children politely. "You dear little things," said Lady Larch; "it was so kind of you to come and call on me. So you understand trees and their language, dear, dear, so young and so clever! _Would_ you like some wood wine?" "Not if it is dirty water with caterpillars in it," said Trudel. "O dear no, it is purified and refined; it is most delicious." So saying, she handed each of them a large acorn cup full; and they drank the contents. "It does taste nice, dear fairy," said the children, "like what we make ourselves at a doll's feast. May we ask you for some more?" "No, no, it is very strong, and would get into your heads, and you would find out all about.... No, I'm sorry ... but----" "Children," said mother's voice, "where are you? I have been looking for you." "We have only been to call on Lady Larch, mother; she has shut her door tight again or we would have introduced you to her," said Lotty. PART III They came home rather late that evening and found the farm in a great state of commotion. The red-haired cow-herd was shouting and crying in an unintelligible way; the house seemed to be deserted. They met the Herr Baron also preparing to set out in a hurry. "What's the matter? Where is everybody?" said mother. "The silly old cow-herd has lost one of the best cows; it has strayed off among the bushes, and may die if it is exposed all night. Who knows where the poor creature may have got to in these vast woods?" The search went on till late at night; the men, including the Herr Baron, walked miles with their lanterns, but in vain. The deaf mute was in a dreadful state of mind and kept crying out in his harsh, disagreeable voice: "Not my fault--_Schimmel's_ fault." (Schimmel was the cow.) It was difficult enough to sleep that night; but when mother had at last dropped into a light doze, it must have been about four o'clock in the morning, she and the children were aroused by a great shouting and disturbance in the house. They looked out of the window and--what do you think?--there was the lost cow, who had returned after all of her own accord. And with her a dear little black and
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