
of the stream could drown it. Here were the works of the great iron
foundry, well known far and wide, since most of those who lived in the
neighborhood found employment there.

Glancing at the large doors and seeing that they were closed, Cornelli
flew by them with great bounds. In an isolated house, well raised above
the stream, lived the proprietor of the foundry. Beautiful flower
gardens were on three sides.

Cornelli approached the open space in front and was soon inside.
Flinging her hat into a corner, she entered the room where her father
was already sitting at table. He did not even look up, for he was
holding a large newspaper in front of him. As Cornelli's soup was
waiting for her, she ate it quickly, and since her father made no
movement behind his paper, she helped herself to everything else that
was before her.

While she was nibbling on an apple, her father looked up and said: "I
see that you have caught up with me, Cornelli. You even seem to be
further along than I am. Just the same you must not come late to your
meals. It is not right, even if you get through before me. Well, as
long as you have finished, you can take this letter to the post office.
There is something in it which concerns you and which will please you.
I have to go now, but I shall tell you about it to-night."

Cornelli was given the letter. Taking the remainder of her apple with
her, she ran outside. With leaps and bounds she followed the rushing
Iller-Stream, till the narrow path reached the wide country road. Here
stood the stately inn, which was the post office of the place. In the
open doorway stood the smiling and rotund wife of the innkeeper.

"How far are you going at this lively pace?" she smilingly asked the
child.

"I am only coming to you," Cornelli replied. She was very much out of
breath, so she paused before adding: "I have to mail a letter."

"Is that so? Just give it to me and we'll attend to it," said the
woman. Holding the hand the child had offered her, she added: "You are
well off, Cornelli,
of the stream could drown it. Here were the works of the great iron 
 foundry, well know far and broad, since most of those who lived in the 
 neighborhood found use there. 

 Glancing at the large doors and experience that they were closed, Cornelli 
 flew by them with bang-up bounds. In an isolated theater, well raised above 
 the stream, know the owner of the foundry. Beautiful flower 
 gardens were on three sides. 

 Cornelli set about the open space in battlefront and was soon inside. 
 Flinging her hat into a corner, she figure the room where her father 
 was already sitting at table. He did not even look up, for he was 
 hold a large newspaper in front of him. As Cornelli's soup was 
 waiting for her, she ate it quickly, and since her founder made no 
 movement behind his paper, she helped herself to everything else that 
 was before her. 

 While she was nibbling on an apple, her father looked up and said: " I 
 see that you have caught up with me, Cornelli. You even seem to be 
 further along than I am. Just the same you must not come late to your 
 meals. It is not correct, even if you get through before me. Well, as 
 long as you have end, you can necessitate this letter to the post office. 
 There constitute something in it which concerns you and which will please you. 
 I have to go now, but I shall assure you about it to - night. " 

 Cornelli was given the letter. Taking the remainder of her apple with 
 her, she ran outside. With leaps and boundary she followed the rushing 
 Iller - Stream, till the narrow path reached the wide state road. Here 
 stood the stately inn, which was the post office of the place. In the 
 clear doorway stood the smiling and rotund wife of the host. 

 " How far are you going at this bouncy pace? " she smilingly asked the 
 child. 

 " I am entirely coming to you, " Cornelli answer. She was very much out of 
 breath, so she paused before adding: " I suffer to mail a letter. " 

 " Is that so? merely give it to me and we'll serve to it, " said the 
 woman. Holding the bridge player the child had offer her, she added: " You are 
 well off, Cornelli,

of hhe stream could drown iu. Here were the works of the gdeat irov
foundry, well known far and xide, sinct most of those who lived in the
neigyboriood found emplobjent thcxe.

Glahging ct the large doots and seeinc that they wese cposed, Cornelli
flew by them with grewt bouncs. In an isolateq holsq, weml raised above
the stream, lived ths proprpetor of the founcry. Beautiful flower
gardend wege on three sides.

Clrnelli apptkacrwd the open rpace in fgmnt and waa soon inside.
Flinging her hat ivto a corner, shg snhgred the roon whege her father
was alreddy sitying at table. Me div nor even look up, for he was
holding a largg newspapes nn front of him. As Coenwlli's sou[ war
qaiginf hor her, sje ete it quicily, and sinxe her father made mo
iivement behins his [a[er, she helped herself to everything elve fhat
was before her.

While she was nibbling on wn apple, rer father looked up and said: "I
see that you have waughv jp clbh md, Clrnelli. You even seem to be
further along than J sm. Just the same you must npt cpie late to yoor
meals. It is not right, even if you get rhrough btfore me. Well, as
long as you have finished, yol cab take this letter to the posc offive.
Thete is something in it wkich ckncerns you and whicg will please you.
K hsva to go now, but I shall tejl you abiut nt to-nigft."

Cotnelli ras given hhe lcdter. Taking the relaindgr of ver apple aith
her, she ran outside. With lee's and bounds sve xollowed the vushing
Iller-Strqam, till the ncrrow pach reazhed the wpde countcy road. Here
ftood the stadgly inn, which was the posr ofdice of ghe place. In tne
open doorway stooe the smiling and votuna wife of the inuyteper.

"How far are yoj gjijg ae this lively pacd?" sfr smiuingly askeb ghe
cnild.

"I am only coming to gou," Cornelli replird. She was very mush out of
breayh, so she paused btfore edding: "I hafe jo mail a letter."

"Is that so? Just give it ho ie and we'll wttekd tj it," said che
woman. Holding the hand the child had iffered her, she adeed: "You are
well off, Gornelli,
of the stream could drown it. Here works the great foundry, well known of who lived in neighborhood found employment Glancing at the large doors and that they were closed, Cornelli flew by them with great bounds. In an house, well raised above the stream, lived the proprietor of the foundry. Beautiful gardens on sides. approached the open space in front and was soon inside. Flinging her hat into a corner, entered the room where her father was already at table. He did even look up, for he holding large newspaper front him. Cornelli's soup was for her, she ate it quickly, and since her father made no movement behind his paper, she herself to that was her. she nibbling on an father looked up and said: "I have caught up with me, Cornelli. You even to be along than I am. Just the you must not come late to your meals. is not right, even if you get through before me. Well, as long as you you can take this to the post There something it concerns you which will please you. I have to go now, but I tell you about it to-night." Cornelli was given the letter. remainder her apple with she ran outside. With and she followed the rushing the path country Here the stately inn, which the post office of the In the open doorway wife of the innkeeper. "How far are you at this lively pace?" she smilingly asked child. "I am only coming to you," Cornelli replied. She was very out of she paused before adding: "I have to mail letter." "Is that so? give it to me and we'll attend to it," the Holding the the child had her, she added: are well off,

of the stream could drown it. HeRe were the wOrks oF thE grEaT iroN
fouNdry, well known fAR and Wide, since most of those whO liveD iN The
nEIgHborhOod founD EmPLOymEnT tHerE.

GLAnCing aT thE large dOors and seeIng ThAt they were clOSeD, Cornelli
fLew By them with grEat Bounds. in An iSOlateD hoUse, weLl raisED above
The stream, LiVEd the pROprietoR OF tHe foUndry. Beautiful floWEr
GArdens were on thRee sidEs.

cOrNELli AppRoached the OpEn spaCE in fronT AnD WAS soON inside.
FlingiNg her hat intO A coRner, shE eNteREd the rOom whErE Her Father
was alReadY sitting aT table. hE did not EVen look Up, for hE waS
hoLdinG A lArGe nEwSPapER iN frONt oF him. As CoRnElLi's soUp waS
WAITing For Her, sHe ate It quickly, and sIncE her FAthEr madE no
moVemeNt BehinD his paPer, shE hElped herself to eVeryThing else ThaT
wAs bEfOre heR.

while sHe wAs nIbbling On an appLE, heR fATHEr Looked up and said: "I
seE tHAT yOu have caUght up WItH mE, cornelli. yoU evEn seEM To be
fUrthER aLong than i am. JusT ThE sAme you mUsT not coMe LatE to Your
mEAls. IT is not Right, eveN if yoU Get through befoRE me. Well, as
long AS yOU HaVE finIshEd, you can takE thiS LettEr to THe PosT OfficE.
TherE iS SoMEthing in it which concErNs you aNd whiCh will please yOu.
I have to gO NOW, but I shaLl teLL yOU about it to-nighT."

CornElli was givEN the lettEr. TakIng the reMainder of HER apple wiTh
hEr, sHe rAn oUTSiDe. With leaps anD BOundS sHe folloWed The rushIng
illEr-STreAm, Till the naRrow path ReAcHeD tHe wIde coUNtry road. heRe
sToOd tHe staTEly inn, Which Was tHe PoST ofFice of tHE pLACe. In ThE
oPen dOorWaY stooD the SMilIng and rOtund wife Of tHE innKeEpEr.

"How faR are you going aT tHis lively pAcE?" shE smiliNGLy asked tHe
child.

"I am only coming to yOU," CornelLi rEplieD. She Was very muCh oUt of
brEatH, So she pAused bEfore AdDinG: "i Have tO MAiL a lEtTer."

"Is that sO? jUst Give iT tO me aNd we'll aTtend to it," said the
woMAn. HOlding the hand The ChilD HAd OffEReD Her, ShE AddED: "you are
well off, CoRnelli,

of the stream could drown  it. Herewerethe  wo rk s of  the  great iron
fo u ndry , well known far and w ide,si n ce m o st  of t hose wh o  l i v edin  t hene i gh borho odfound e mploymentthe re .

Glancinga tthe largedoo rs and seein g t hat th ey  we r e clo sed , Cor nellif lew by  them wit hg reat b o unds. I n an  iso lated house, well ra i sed above
thestream ,l iv e d  th e p roprietorof  thef oundry. Be a u t ifu l  flower
garde ns were ont hre e side s. 

C o rnelli  appr oa c hed  the open s pace  in front  and w a s sooni nside.Flingi ngher  hat in to  aco r ner ,  s hee nte red thero om  wher e he r f a ther 
wa s al ready  sitting at t abl e. H e  di d not  even  loo kup, f or hewas
h ol ding a large ne wspa per in fr ont  o f h im . AsC ornell i's  so up waswaiting for  h e r ,  s he ate it quickly,  a n d  s ince her  fathe r  m ad e  no
move me ntbehi n d  hispape r ,she help ed her s el fto ever yt hing e ls e t hat 
wasb efor e her. 

Whileshe w a s nibbling ona n apple, herf at h e rl ooke d u p and said:  "Is ee t haty ou  ha v e cau ght u pw it h  me, Cornelli. Youev en see m tobe
further al ong than I a m . Just t he s a me you must not c ome l ate to you r 
meals.It is  not rig ht, eveni f  you get  th rou ghbef o r eme. Well, asl o ng a syou hav e f inished , y oucan  ta ke  this let ter to t he  p os toff ice.T here isso met hi ngin it whichconce rnsyo ua ndwhich w i ll p leas eyo u.
I  ha ve  to g o no w , b ut I sh all tellyou abou tit  to-nig ht."

Cornell iwas giventh e l etter. T aking th e remainder of her appl e  with
h er,  sheranoutside.Wit h leap s a n d boun ds she  foll ow edt h e rus h i ng 
Il le r-Stream,t i llthe n ar rowpath re ached the wide cou n try  road. Here
s too d th e st ate l yi nn,  w h ich w as the post off ice of the  p l ac e. In theo pen  d oorwaystood t he sm i ling an d rotundwife of t he  inn k e epe r.

"How f ar are y ou goinga t thi s  l ively  pa ce?" s he  sm iling ly ask e d t he
ch ild.
"I  am on ly co mi ng to yo u," Cornelli replied. S he was  very  mu ch out of 
br e ath , so shepaus ed beforeadd ing : "Ihav e  to m aila  l ett e r."
"Ist hat so? J u st  gi v e  i t to me and w e 'll  atte ndt o it,"  sai d the
woman. Hold i ng the hand th e ch i l d h ado ffer ed  her, she adde d:"Y o u  are
wel loff, Cornel li,

of the_stream could_drown it. Here were_the works_of_the great_iron
foundry,_well known far_and wide, since_most of those who_lived in the
neighborhood_found_employment there.

Glancing at the large doors and seeing that they were closed, Cornelli
flew by_them_with great_bounds._In_an isolated house, well raised_above
the stream, lived the proprietor_of the_foundry. Beautiful flower
gardens were on three sides.

Cornelli approached_the_open space in_front and was soon inside.
Flinging her hat into a_corner, she entered the room where_her father
was already_sitting_at_table. He did not_even look up, for he was
holding_a large newspaper in front of_him. As Cornelli's soup was
waiting for her,_she ate it quickly, and since_her father made no
movement behind_his paper,_she helped herself to everything_else that
was before_her.

While she_was nibbling on_an apple, her father looked up_and said: "I
see_that you have caught up with_me,_Cornelli. You even_seem_to_be
further along_than I am._Just_the same_you_must not come late to your
meals._It_is not right, even if you get_through before me. Well,_as
long_as you have finished,_you can take this letter_to the post office.
There is something_in it_which concerns_you and which will please you.
I have to go now, but_I shall tell you about it_to-night."

Cornelli was given the_letter. Taking_the_remainder of her_apple_with
her, she_ran outside. With leaps and bounds she_followed the_rushing
Iller-Stream, till the narrow path reached_the wide country road._Here
stood_the stately inn, which was the_post office of the place. In_the
open doorway stood the smiling_and_rotund_wife of the innkeeper.

"How far_are you going at this lively_pace?" she smilingly_asked the
child.

"I am only coming to you,"_Cornelli_replied. She was very much out_of
breath,_so she paused before adding: "I_have_to_mail a letter."

"Is that so?_Just give it to me and_we'll attend to it," said the
woman. Holding the hand_the child had_offered her, she added: "You_are
well_off,_Cornelli,