Still, the impression is that you are
drawn through brilliant green meadows that run away on each side
to the dark purple fir-woods; the basalt pinnacles; the immense
forests. And there is meadowsweet at the edge of the streams, and
cattle. Why, I remember on that afternoon I saw a brown cow
hitch its horns under the stomach of a black and white animal and
the black and white one was thrown right into the middle of a
narrow stream. I burst out laughing. But Florence was imparting
information so hard and Leonora was listening so intently that no
one noticed me. As for me, I was pleased to be off duty; I was
pleased to think that Florence for the moment was indubitably out
of mischief--because she was talking about Ludwig the
Courageous (I think it was Ludwig the Courageous but I am not an
historian) about Ludwig the Courageous of Hessen who wanted to
have three wives at once and patronized Luther--something like
that!--I was so relieved to be off duty, because she couldn't
possibly be doing anything to excite herself or set her poor heart
a-fluttering--that the incident of the cow was a real joy to me. I
chuckled over it from time to time for the whole rest of the day.
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