Then she can't paint any more and I can't have any
more music lessons, for we shall have to become dressmakers. We won't
even have time to go through the higher classes in school. I would a
thousand times rather travel through the world and sing in front of
the houses for pennies--yes, I'll do that!"
"Can't your mother help you?" asked Cornelli, remembering the mother's
help in her own case.
"No, she can't; and she is very unhappy herself. There is not a soul
on earth who could help us, for our guardian says that it just has to
be."
Cornelli was quite crushed by this explanation, for now she understood
quite well why Nika often had such sad eyes. The hopeless prospect
made Cornelli's heart heavy, too. When Agnes had had such a passionate
outbreak, she did not regain her composure for several days. Then Nika
would not say a word, either, and the mother only looked very sadly
at her children.
Then Dino also became silent, for he knew what tormented his mother
and his sisters. He would have loved to help them, but he knew no way.
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