Part 4 (1/2)
But instantly she changed her tone.
”Ah! I see. Good little children must not ask where the fairy gifts come from. There, I will not disturb you, papa.”
She touched his shoulder caressingly as she pa.s.sed.
”But thank you again, papa Santa Claus.”
At breakfast, Ferdinand Lind seemed to have entirely recovered his good-humor.
”I had forgotten for the moment it was your birthday, Natalie,” said he.
”You are quite a grown woman now.”
Nothing, however, was said about the flowers, though the beautiful basket stood on a side-table, filling the room with its perfume. After breakfast, Mr. Lind left for his office, his daughter setting about her domestic duties.
At twelve o'clock she was ready to go out for her accustomed morning walk. The pretty little Anneli, her companion on these excursions, was also ready; and together they set forth. They chatted frankly together in German--the ordinary relations between mistress and servant never having been properly established in this case. For one thing, they had been left to depend on each other's society during many a long evening in foreign towns, when Mr. Lind was away on his own business. For another, Natalie Lind had, somehow or other, and quite unaided, arrived at the daring conclusion that servants were human beings; and she had been taught to regard human beings as her brothers and sisters, some more fortunate than others, no doubt, but the least fortunate having the greatest claim on her.
”Fraulein,” said the little Saxon maid, ”it was I myself who took in the beautiful flowers that came for you this morning.”
”Yes?”
”Yes, indeed; and I thought it was very strange for a lady to be out so early in the morning.”
”A lady!” said Natalie Lind, with a quick surprise. ”Not dressed all in black?”
”Yes, indeed, she was dressed all in black.”
The girl was silent for a second or two. Then she said, with a smile,
”It is not right for my father to send me a black messenger on my birthday--it is not a good omen. And it was the same last year when we were in Paris; the _concierge_ told me. Birthday gifts should come with a white fairy, you know, Anneli--all silver and bells.”
”Fraulein,” said the little German girl, gravely, ”I do not think the lady who came this morning would bring you any ill fortune, for she spoke with such gentleness when she asked about you.”
”When she asked about me? What was she like, then, this black messenger?”
”How could I see, Fraulein?--her veil was so thick. But her hair was gray; I could see that. And she had a beautiful figure--not quite as tall as you, Fraulein; I watched her as she went away.”
”I am not sure that it is safe, Anneli, to watch the people whom Santa Claus sends,” the young mistress said, lightly. ”However, you have not told me what the strange lady said to you.”
”That will I now tell you, Fraulein,” said the other, with an air of importance. ”Well, when I heard the knock at the door, I went instantly; I thought it was strange to hear a knock so early, instead of the bell.
Then there was the lady; and she did not ask who lived there, but she said, 'Miss Lind is not up yet? But then, Fraulein, you must understand, she did not speak like that, for it was in English, and she spoke very slowly, as if it was with difficulty. I would have said, 'Will the _gnadige Frau_ be pleased to speak German?' but I was afraid it might be impertinent for a maid-servant to address a lady so.
Besides, Fraulein, she might have been a French lady, and not able to understand our German.”
”Quite so, Anneli. Well?”
”Then I told her I believed you were still in your room. Then she said, still speaking very slowly, as if it was all learned, 'Will you be so kind as to put those flowers just outside her room, so that she will get them when she comes out?' And I said I would do that. Then she said, 'I hope Miss Lind is very well;' and I said, 'Oh yes.' She stood for a moment just then, Fraulein, as if not knowing whether to go away or not; and then she asked again if you were quite well and strong and cheerful, and again I said, 'Oh yes;' and no sooner had I said that than she put something into my hand and went away. Would you believe it, Fraulein? it was a sovereign--an English golden sovereign. And so I ran after her and said, 'Lady, this is a mistake,' and I offered her the sovereign. That was right, was it not, Fraulein?”
”Certainly.”