This is Amerika, the land of the free,
my husband. And see! Who is more of Amerika than I?
Who?"
She laughed a high little laugh and came over to me,
taking my hands in her own.
"Dear girl, you must run quickly and dress. For this
evening we go to the theater. Oh, but you must. There
shall be no unpleasantness, that I promise. My husband
accompanies us--with joy. Is it not so, Konrad? With
joy? So!"
Wildly I longed to decline, but I dared not. So I
only nodded, for fear of the great lump in my throat, and
taking Frau Knapf's hand I turned and fled with her.
Frau Knapf was muttering:
"Du Hund! Du unverschamter Hund du!" in good
Billingsgate German, and wiping her eyes with her apron.
And I dressed with trembling fingers because I dared not
otherwise face the brave little Austrian, the plucky little
aborigine who, with the donning of the new Amerikanische
gown had acquired some real Amerikanisch nerve.
CHAPTER XI
VON GERHARD SPEAKS
Of Von Gerhard I had not had a glimpse since that evening
of my hysterical outburst. On Christmas day there had
come a box of roses so huge that I could not find vases
enough to hold its contents, although I pressed into
service everything from Mason jars from the kitchen to
hand-painted atrocities from the parlor.
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