Made these all with my own hands."
Here the happy, smiling girl drew from her basket a number of frills and
wristlets, a worsted-worked candle mat, and a cambric handkerchief, in
one corner of which she had ingeniously worked Angeline's name. "They
are all for you, Mother Angeline, all for you," she said, tossing them
one after another into her lap. "You are so good. Keep them all until
Tite comes home. Then you can show them to him as a proof of what a true
and good girl I have been."
Hanz viewed this act of kindness on the part of Mattie with an air of
surprise and astonishment. It was in such beautiful contrast to her
father's rudeness and severity that he was at a loss how to account for
it.
"Vel, vel!" exclaimed Hanz, raising his hands, "you pees sho goot a gal
as I ever did she. Yes, mine shild, I never shees no petter gals as you
pees." And he rose from his chair, and approaching Mattie, patted her on
the shoulder encouragingly. "You pees such a goot girl," he repeated,
"and you will pe mine goot friend, eh?"
"Certainly I will.
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