“There is nothing very terrible about that, Apollonie,” said the rector’s widow with a smile.  “The child might have heard you mention Spain yourself so that it roused her imagination.  She probably heard in school about the country, and her wish to go there only shows that she is extremely attentive.  To think out how she might get there some time is a very innocent pleasure, which you can indulge.  I agree with you that children should be brought up in a strict and orderly way, because they might otherwise start on the wrong road, and nobody loves such children.  But Loneli is not that kind at all.  There is no child in Nolla whom I would rather see with my own.”

Apollonie’s honest face glowed anew.  “That is my greatest consolation,” she said, “and I need it.  Many say to me that an old woman like me is not able to bring up and manage a little child.  If you once were obliged to say to me that I had spoiled my grandchild, I should die of shame.  But I know that the matter is still well, as long as you like to see the child together with yours.  Thank you ever so much now.  Those will fill a whole bed,” she continued, upon receiving a large bunch of plants from her kind friend.  “Please let me know if I can help in any way.  I am always at home for you, Mrs. Rector, you know that.”

Apollonie now said good-bye with renewed thanks.  Carrying her large green bundle very carefully in order not to injure the tender little branches, she hurried through the garden towards the castle height.  The rector’s widow glanced after her thoughtfully.  Apollonie was intimately connected with the earliest impressions of her childhood, as well as with the experiences of her youth, with all the people whom she had loved most and who had stood nearest to her.  Her appearance therefore always brought up many memories in Mrs. Maxa’s heart.  Since her husband’s death, when she had left the rectory in the valley and had come back to her old home, all her friends called her Mrs. Maxa to distinguish her from the present rector’s wife of the village.  She had been used to see Apollonie in her parents’ house.  Baroness Wallerstaetten, the mistress of the castle at that time, had often consulted the rector as to many things.  Apollonie, a young girl then, had always been her messenger, and everyone liked to see her at the rectory.  When it was discovered how quick and able young Apollonie was, things were more and more given into her charge at the castle.  The Baroness hardly undertook anything in her household without consulting Apollonie and asking her assistance.  The children, who were growing up, also asked many favors from her, which she was ever ready to fulfill.  The devoted, faithful servant belonged many years so entirely to the castle that everyone called her “Castle Apollonie.”

Mrs. Maxa was suddenly interrupted in her thoughts by loud and repeated calls of “Mama, Mama!”

“Mama!” it sounded once more from two clear children’s voices, and a little boy and girl stood before her.  “The teacher has read us a paper on which was written—­” began the boy.