A GREAT CHANGE
so that one could see it through the thick fringes of hair that covered her forehead.
The mother said no more and went out.
“Just stay with me, Cornelli; then you don’t have to be afraid of anything,” Mux said protectingly. “I am afraid of nothing in the whole world—except of the dark,” he added quickly, for he had seen Cornelli’s penetrating eyes looking at him through her hair, and felt that he had to tell the truth, for she was sure to find him out. “No,” he continued, “I won’t be even afraid of that if you stay with me all the time.”
Agnes had finished her school work sooner than ever that day. She ran to the piano and called to Cornelli: “Come here! Mux can play alone, for we must sing now.”
So Cornelli went up to the piano.
“I shall sing the first stanza of this song and then you can sing it with me the second time,” Agnes said and began: “The beauteous moon is risen.”
“Oh, I have known that song a long time. Shall I sing the second voice?” asked Cornelli.
“What? Can you really sing second
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