But if
you would come and see him? You and perhaps the young lady who waited
on me when I came before, and who was here to-day with the young man
whose heart is singing."
"Oh, you saw that?"
"It was there for the whole world to see, was it not? A man in love
hides nothing. You will bring them then? We have flowers even in
December in our hothouses; you will like that, and you shall see my
father. I think you will love my father, Fraeulein."
After he had gone she wondered at herself. She had trusted her
precious elephant to a perfect stranger. He might be anything, a spy,
a thief, with his "Gotts in Himmel" and his "Fraeuleins"--how Jean would
laugh at her for her softheartedness!
Oh, but he wasn't a thief, he wasn't a spy. He was a poet and a
gentleman. She made very few mistakes in her estimates of the people
who came to her shop. She had made, she was sure, no mistake in
trusting Ulrich Stoelle.
Jean and Derry motoring to Chevy Chase were far away from the world of
the Toy Shop. As they whirled along the country roads the bare trees
seemed to bud and bloom for them, the sky was gold.
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