and yet I find her
terribly gone off; it really grieves me to see her. What does the
Assessor say?"

"Oh," replied Gabriele warmly, "he says that she will recover. There is
really no danger; she improves every day."

Eva did not look so hopeful as Gabriele, and her eyes were filled with
tears as she said, "When autumn and winter are only over, I hope that
the spring----"

"And do you know," interrupted Louise, with animation, "what I have been
thinking of? In the spring she shall come to us and try the milk cure:
she shall occupy this room, with the view towards the beautiful birch
grove, and shall enjoy the country air, and all the good things which
the country affords and which I can obtain for her--certainly this will
do her good. Don't you think that then she will recover? Don't you think
that it is a bright idea of mine?"

The sisters thought that really it was bright, and Louise continued:

"Now I must show you what I have brought for her. Do you see these two
damask breakfast cloths, and these six breakfast napkins?--all spun in
the house. I have had merely to pay for the weaving. Now, how do they
please you?"

"Oh, excellently! excellently!" said one sister.

"How very handsome! How welcome they will be!" said the other.

"And you must see what I have bought for my father--ah! Jacobi has it in
his carpet-bag--one thing lies here and another there--but you will see
it, you will see it."

"What an inundation of things!" said Gabriele, laughing. "One can see,
however, that there is no shortness of money."

"Thank God!" said Louise, "all is comfortable in that respect, though
you may very well believe that it was difficult at first; but we began
by regulating the mouths according to the dishes. Ever since I married I
have had the management of the money. I am my husband's treasurer; he
gives over to me whatever comes in, and he receives from me what he
wants, and in this way all has gone right. Thank God, when people love
one another all does go right! I am happier than I deserve to be, with
such a good, excellent husband, and such well-disposed children. If our
little girl, our little Louise, had but lived! Ah! it was a happiness
when she was born, after the eight boys; and then for two years she was
our greatest delight. Jacobi almost worshipped her; he would sit for
whole hours beside her cradle, and was perfectly happy if he only had
her on his knee. But she was inexpressibly amiable--so good, so cle