'Thousands,' a boy repeated monotonously. 'Then we all come here to wait till our people come for us.'
'But now we will go away from here. The poor lady is tired,' said the elder girl, plucking his sleeve.
'Oh, you hurt, you hurt!' he cried, and burst into tears.
'What is that for?' said Frau Ebermann. 'To cry in a room where a poor lady is sick is very inconsiderate.'
'Oh, but look, lady!' said the elder girl.
Frau Ebermann looked and saw.
'Au revoir, lady.' They made their little smiling bows and curtseys undisturbed by her loud cries. 'Au revoir, lady. We will wait till our people come for us.'
When Anna at last ran in, she found her mistress on her knees, busily cleaning the floor with the lace cover from the radiator, because, she explained, it was all spotted with the blood of five children—she was perfectly certain there could not be more than five in the whole world—who had gone away for the moment, but were now waiting round the corner, and Anna was to find them and give them cakes to stop the bleeding, while her mistress swept and garnished that Our dear Lord when He came might find everything as it should be.
