You will be sure to change there, then you can return to bring your
father joy. I cannot enjoy you now, for I do not know what ails you.
It may be better after you get some education. I expect to take you
away next week."
Cornelli's face became snow white from sudden terror. First she uttered
no sound, but soon she burst into violent tears.
"Oh, Papa," she sobbed, "leave me at home! I'll be good. Oh, don't
send me to town to so many children! Oh, I can't, I can't. Oh, Papa,
don't send me away!"
Mr. Hellmut could not bear to see Cornelli's tears and still less to
hear her supplications. "But for her own good it has to be," he said
to himself to strengthen his resolution. Cornelli's lamentations were
too much for him and he rushed away.
Several hours later, the time had come for supper and he returned from
the iron foundry.
Esther came to meet him: "Oh, I am glad that you have come, Director,"
she said excitedly. "When I went up to Cornelli just now she was crying.
I wanted her to taste some of the little plum cakes she usually likes
so much, but the poor child only shrieked: 'Oh, leave me here, leave
me here!' Oh, Mr.
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