Perhaps she was a "Mother" person,
Robin thought.
Both her looks and talk were kind, and she was very nice in her
sympathetic interest in the boats and the children's efforts to
sail them.
"I often bring my book here and forget to read, because I find I
am watching them," she said. "They are so eager and so triumphant
when a boat gets across the Pond."
She went away very soon and Robin watched her out of sight with
interest.
They saw her again a few days later and talked a little more. She
was not always near the Pond when they came, and they naturally
did not go there each time they walked together, though Fraulein
Hirsch was fond of sitting and watching the children.
She had been to take tea with her former employer, she told Robin
one day, and she was mildly excited by the preparations for Helene,
who had been educated entirely in a French convent and was not
like an English girl at all. She had always been very delicate
and the nuns seemed to know how to take care of her and calm her
nerves with their quiet ways.
"Her mother is rather anxious about her coming to London. She has,
of course, no young friends here and she is so used to the quiet
of convent life," the Fraulein explained. "That is why the rooms
at the top of the house have been arranged for her. She will hear
so little sound. I confess I am anxious about her myself.
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